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strawberry-lemonade-kisses · 2 years

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Hot (M)

Warnings/tags: FEM reader, Wax play, Petnames (Baby, babygirl, sweetheart, My love), Slight bondage (reader is tied to a bedpost), creampie, praise. No beta, we die like men.

You loved your husband to death, there wasn’t anything you didn’t love about him. He took excellent care of you, you guys never fought, and you were constantly in sync. So why were you jealous of the stories Hinatsuru, Suma, and Makio were sharing about their recent trip to the mountains. At first, it had seemed like they had an excellent time, which they did, but there was so much more to it, so much uncharted territory that had your thighs clenching shut.

“Have you ever tried that Y/N?” You reeled back into the conversation, trying to figure out what she was talking about. It had something to do with a candle and pouring it? But where? How do you get candles that don’t hurt?

“No, I have no clue what you're trying to explain to me” all three women giggled.

“Y/N, I hope I’m not overstepping when I ask, you don’t have to answer if you're uncomfortable. But do you and Kyojuro Experiment?” you blanked, experiment? Like into BDSM? You knew about that, you knew about the blindfolds and the whips and chains, the safe words and the collars. Did collars fall under that? Who knows, you were too shy to ask Kyojuro about it anyways, he was always perfectly happy with the way things were in your bedroom. Though there was that one time you had sex in the backyard, does that count? Oh god, you were boring, your sex was boring. But you loved it, the intimacy Kyojuro always held you with, the way he always did almost all of the work. But maybe, what if you took control for a night? Or maybe this candle thing, the way they described it sounded kind of nice, sensual. There was a level of trust that you knew you had with Kyojuro, would he let you try it? As if sensing all of your questions and the way your mind was reeling with so much information Suma rested a hand on your arm.

“That's okay sweetheart, if you're not comfortable then we’ll drop it. I heard you guys were going on your own vacation soon, out to the ocean right? Kyojuro’s family owns that beach house, right? The big one with the private beach”

“I want to know. I want-” you sighed “I don’t know a lot, obviously. But everything you explained with the wax, maybe I might want to try it, it won’t hurt to try right?”

You were very wrong in your statement. It very much did hurt to try but in the best way possible. In such a way that had your pussy dripping against the sheets you had laid out. You jolted with each drop of wax against your stomach, eyes following Kyojuro's figure as he walked around your unmoving form. He smiled at you as you caught his eye, feeling a small sense of comfort before you were met with more hot wax along your torso. Kyojuro cooed as you hissed, thoroughly enjoying the way your body reacted to each drop.

“You're doing so well love” he cooed, dropping to his knees next to your torso. You watched as he fiddled with the ribbon holding your wrists above your head, feeling it tighten and your muscles tense under the pressure.

“Do you trust me?” he questioned. You nodded. “Good” He smiled, picking back up the still burning candle. He held it tightly, inspecting the flame as it burned before he tilted it, letting the melted wax flood out of the candle and along the valley of your breasts. He moved carefully, trailing the wax over towards your right breast, dripping the wax closer to your nipple. You mewled at the feeling, the slight burn that was immediately soothed by his hand, caressing the tender flesh of your breast as he massaged the wax into you.

“So good for me, taking everything like a good girl”

Kyojuro's hands were gentle along your chest, slathered in the aloe gel you had set to the side.

"You did so well baby. Look at you. I'm gonna make you feel good, okay?" Kyojuro's words were as soft as his hands, rubbing soft circles into the flesh of your stomach, irritatingly red but covered in smooth green dots of wax.

“Kyo” you whined

“Where does it hurt?” you shook your head, nothing hurt, but good fuck if he didn’t touch you soon you were sure you would burst into tears. You weren’t sure there was ever a time you had been so turned on by your husband.

“Kyo, I want- fuck- I need you to fuck me” you spit the words out, wiggling against the restraints that still had you attached to the leg of your bed.

“Beautiful, you don’t have to ask. I planned on doing that anyways” his lips curled into a smile, hands moving up to untie the ribbon around your wrists. The second you were free you sat up, arms circling around Kyojuro’s neck and pulling him close, crashing your lips against his. The kiss was sloppy, all tongue and spit, the occasional clack of teeth, but neither of you seemed to care. You could feel Kyojuro shuffling against you, the hard-on he had been trying to hide during your previous experiment more than obvious as he rolled his hips against yours.

“Fucking hell” he mumbled against your lips, he didn’t swear often but when he did it had your thighs clenching a little tighter. Pulling away from your lips he focused himself on trying to get out of the grey sweats he was still wearing, the only thing he wore to your session. You were glad he had chosen to forgo wearing a shirt for your session, watching his muscles flex over you as he adjusted the candle in his hand added to the pleasure. Kyojuro shuffled against the floor, sweatpants, and boxers being thrown with a final kick before he turned back to you, He sat there, staring intensely as you sat across from him taking in the sight before you. Kyojuro was gorgeous, you constantly told him that, between the enchanting color of his eyes down to the ripple and wave of his muscles and the shape of his body. But this sight took your breath away. Disheveled, breathing heavily, with his cock resting against his stomach, red and leaky from the lack of attention. He was flawless.

“C’mere baby” he sat back as you scooted closer. His hands quickly found your hips, gripping into their flesh of them before lifting you into his lap. Your thighs straddling his own. “So fucking gorgeous” his thumbs rubbed circles in your hips as he looked you over. “Want you to ride me sweetheart” You nodded, catching his gaze as you lifted off of him enough to grasp his cock. He hissed at the slightest attention, lips finding purchase on your shoulder as you lined him up to your entrance. The wet squelch of his cock entering you would have you flinching back if it wasn’t for the immense pleasure you felt after being wound up for so long that you moved slowly, hips gliding against his own, grinding against each other in a rhythm of lust. Kyojuro’s breath was hot against your neck, lips pressing sloppy kisses against your neck and shoulders as you rode him. He groaned as you lifted off of him more, hips colliding in a delicious burn as you chased your own high. Your moans getting higher in pitch the closer you got.

“C’mon baby, I know you can do it, come for me, be a good girl” Kyojuro whispered the words into your skin, hands squeezing at the fat of your ass. IT didn’t take much for the fire in your abdomen to erupt into blinding pleasure. You had been dragging this out for a while, the teasing touches of hot wax against your skin coupled with the praise Kyojuro never stopped giving, it was overwhelming to finally reach the peak. Your breath felt trapped in your throat, leaving you gasping as your stomach clenched and released. Kyojuro groaned under you, nails digging into your hips as he met your steady grinding with his own thrusts.

“’m gonna-” he grunted, giving a few messy thrusts before he stilled, cock pulsing as he painted your walls in cum. Neither of you moved, panting against the other's skin as you tried to catch your breath and come down from the euphoria you were flying in. Kyojuro was the first to recover, lips pressing gentle kisses along your shoulder blades. His thumbs rubbed small circles in your hips, pulling back from you to get a look at you.

“Hey” he chuckled, watching a grin overtake your mouth.

“Hey yourself.”

“We should clean up, want to take a bath?” you nodded, lifting yourself slowly off of Kyojuros softened cock before standing on shaky legs. Kyojuro stood seconds after you, sliding a hand around your waist to help balance you. “Careful sweetheart, you’ll spill” he smirked at the shocked look painting your face.

#kyojuro x reader #rengoku kyoujurou #rengoku kyojuro #kyojuro rengoku #kyojuro x you #kyojuro x y/n #kyoujurou rengoku x reader #kny rengoku #kny smut #kny #smut #hashira smut #kny x reader #kny hashira #kny rengoku kyojuro #kny kyojuro rengoku

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rikus-hips · 1 year

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Could I request some service top Momo nsfw pls? ^^

「 Scrumptious 」

Momo Sunohara

— [cw] ⨾ service top momo, gn!reader, lingerie

“Darling~! What were you, wanting to…show, me…..”

The momentum in Momo’s voice slowly grinded to a halt as he turned the corner into his bedroom to see an alluring display.

(Y/N) was laid on their side, pressing into the mattress to accentuate their wiggling hips.

They wore a cozy lingerie set that consisted of a cloud-like brassier, choker, thigh strap, and wrist cuffs all made of a soft, ivory wool.

Tied on either sides of their hips were two puffs of fiber attached to the end of a silky, thin bow.

The ribbons appeared to be the only force stopping (Y/N)’s impossibly short, silk shorts from falling right off them.

“This is what I wanted to show you.”

(Y/N) tapped their feet together, drawing Momo’s attention to the cotton ball-like crew socks that enveloped their feet.

“Aren’t these socks cute? They even have traction on the bottom so I don’t slip on wood floors.”

Momo emitted a muffled groan as he hid his flushed face behind his fingers.

After a teasing chuckle from (Y/N), he began to whine.

“Darliiiiing, you can’t just surprise me like that. My heart almost stopped beating for real this time!”

(Y/N) patted the spot next to them with a smile.

Momo followed (Y/N)’s gesture and laid down beside them, slowly recovering from the shock of seeing his lover presented so tastefully for him.

(Y/N) tilted Momo’s chin up with a finger.

“Do you like it?”

“…The socks?”

“The outfit.”

(Y/N) booped Momo’s nose with their own teasingly.

“I love it! You look absolutely scrumptious in it.”

Accenting his words with a playful nip to (Y/N)’s jaw, Momo wrapped his arms around their waist and closed any distance that remainder between their two bodies.

“Then,”

Tilting his head up once more, (Y/N) brought a finger to trace Momo’s lips.

“Why don’t you take a bite?”

The shiver that washed over Momo’s body was felt by the both of them.

Momo now wore an expression glazed over with desire and enrapturement.

“..If that’s what darling wants…”

Momo’s index finger proded their insides, pushing and curling against the light pulse of (Y/N)’s inner walls.

“Is this what darling wants? Does my love want more?”

Momo’s pupils were dilated like never before as (Y/N) stuck two of their fingers into his mouth.

His fingers quickly paused their administrations as he began to drool around the digits in his mouth in a lust-drunken haze.

“I want this, Momo.”

They pressed their fingers down on Momo’s tongue to emphasize what they meant.

His tongue pliantly allowed itself to be manipulated by (Y/N)’s drool-soaked fingers.

“Darling wants- ahn, hah… Darling wants a kiss?”

Momo managed to push his words out despite the appendages in his mouth and the moans they elicited.

“Mhm. On here.”

With a devilish grin (Y/N) slid their saliva-coated fingers out of Momo’s mouth and quickly brought it down against their hole with a wet ‘smack.’

Momo visibly shuddered at the sound, trying to ignore the burning in his pants as (Y/N) continued to produce lewd sounds from between their legs.

“Unless, Momo wants something else?”

Momo shook his head a bit too frantically, causing (Y/N) to retract the fingers occupying his mouth.

“No! I want what (Y/N) wants! I love what (Y/N) wants!”

(Y/N) patted their lover’s head reassuringly.

“I know you do, my love. You’re so good to me.”

Momo leaned into their touch, his sudden outburst of anxiety quelled.

He practically purred as (Y/N) scratched his scalp lovingly.

"Then let's enjoy ourselves together, okay?"

Meeting (Y/N)'s eyes to share a genuine smile, Momo nodded his head enthusiastically.

"Mm!"

#I wanted this to be longer but it has been MONTHS already #so many apologies anon #minors dni #not sfw #idolish7 #ainana #i7 #i7 momo #momose sunohara #sunohara momose #i7 x reader #idolish7 x reader #idolish7 fanfiction #reader insert #spicy #service top!momo

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sevikasmainwhore · 2 years

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Heya I dunno if you've done this before but could you please write a little something about surprising Grayson with a puppy 🥺

here’s what i was listening to while writing

Puppy Love

Requested ⇢ Yes/No

Type ⇢ Fanfic ♡

“What’s that?”

Grayson does so much for you. If she ever felt you were under a bunch of stress she’d wake you with a bouquet of flowers on your nightstands with one of your favorite desserts for breakfast with a little love note. It was just her way of showing she loved you. It was so much so who were you to not give her a gift in return.

Grayson was spending a bit of extra time in the office when you had set everything up. You were gonna give her a nice meal before you actually gifted her. Like a calm before the storm type deal because how would Grayson react to a puppy? What if she didn’t like it? It was best to serve her a good meal just so she won’t be too upset.

___

You had just put away the ‘surprise’ when Grayson walked through the door.

“Y/n, I’m home” She called out

You hurry to greet her so nothing seems suspicious.

“Welcome home” With a kiss you lead her by the hand to the kitchen table where you serve her one of her favorite meals. She looks a bit confused and wonders why you're being so nice all of a sudden. Then she ask

“Y/n…what did you do?”

You gasp, getting defensive

“What? Can’t I just do something nice for you?”

“There has to be something. What is it Y/n?” Grayson continued, forgetting the food and giving you her whole attention.

When you didn’t give her an answer she pats her thighs motioning for you to sit on her lap, which you did.

“Tell me what it is sweetheart” She spoke so softly.

“I swear it’s nothin-“

Arf!! Arf!!

You stop.

Grayson looks around trying to figure out what happened.

“What was that?” She asked. After a quick pause, within seconds you’re running off to make sure said surprise was okay. They were making too much noise and you didn’t want Grayson snooping. Too bad it’s Grayson.

“Y/n???” Graysons following far behind you just being a good girlfriend and making sure your not hurt or anything.

“CLOSE YOUR EYES!!” You shout from behind the door.

“Y/n what’s wron-“

“JUST DO IT” And with a loud groan Graysons closing her eyes.

You carefully pick up the puppy, trying not to make him bark and open the door. How should you do it? Put him in her face and tell her open? No that’ll be weird. What about letting him run around her?? What if she steps on him?

“Y/n I’m getting tired” She said bluntly.

You decided to go with the first option and just do it. Holding him in front in front of her.

“Okay…open”

Grayson did and was met with a drooling baby french bulldog with a bright blue ribbon tied around his neck. Her eyes widen in shock and she went speechless. You took this as an opportunity and explained yourself

“Ain’t he a saint??? I haven’t given him a name yet just in case you didn’t want him”

You thought you saw tears in her eyes.

Grayson takes him from your arms and starts petting him gently, talking to him in a baby voice.

“Hey little guy. Where did you come from??” It’s like she turned into complete putty. She’s scratching his neck and giving him kisses while he’s licking all over her face.

“You’re such a cutie, yes you are!!!” She continued.

You were happy she liked it but you started overthinking about whether she liked it too much. As you were about to question her she’s grabbing your face with her free hand and brining you in for a kiss. You melted in the kiss. It was like one big family, if you could you would’ve taken a picture. You both pull away and retched.

“Ewwww, you kissed me after that dog was all over you” You try wiping away the kiss. Grayson laughs

—

For the rest of the night, dinner long forgotten, You, Grayson and now named Bear, sat cuddled on the couch while Grayson cooed about how adorable he was. You were happy she liked it. Now you just needed to make sure she didn’t love him more than you.

note: St. Bernard’s are so cute.

#arcane fanfic ♡#☞ shhhh #arcane #enforcer grayson x reader #enforcer grayson fluff #enforcer grayson #♡ grayson brainrot ♡

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safetycar-restart · 2 years

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WOOF WOOF I HAVE BEEN SUMMONED

i think there's no need to say what and who i'm writing about 🤭 in this essay i will

probably one of the truest things shels said on her blog is that boypussy!charles is a constant mess, always horny and wet, has to change his panties 3 times a day and even more when he's with you.

he is SO easy to rile up. you could literally be wearing black basketball shorts and a white tshirt, just walking around the house, and you'd have charles gulping and rubbing his thighs together. which is why you do that on purpose.

now, there's this vision i have. you're fully clothed, standing next to the bed, while charles is naked, laying on his stomach, with his wrists tied to his ankles, so he can't really move. you're using a vibrator on him, one hand in your pocket, the other running the vibrator up and down his soaking wet pussy. the poor thing is shaking, letting out high pitched whimpers, crying out every now and then. you keep going at it for a good amount of time, stopping every time he's close to his orgasm. this time is no different, except you fetch your strap and plunge into him from behind. he's so soaked you don't even need lube. poor charles is trying so hard to get himself out of the silk ribbons, but unsuccesfully. he's easily going cross-eyed at the feeling of you thrusting into him, he doesn't remember his own name.

once he cums, you pull out slowly, run your hand up his spine, making him shiver. his cum is dripping out of his little pussy, as you step back to see the mess he is.

"look at your messy little cunt, cha! did i fuck you that good?" you tell him, gently slapping his pussy and he can only hum in approval. somehow, by some wonder, he can manage to say "untie me, please," and how could you not? he's so worn out, and he asked so nicely. so you do. gently, one rope at a time. you kiss over the areas where imprints have set from all his squirming, making him feel so happy and safe. he got pounded by his mommy, and now he's going to get a bubble bath! with mommy!!! after he does, he's out cold.

- 📓

Alright everyone!!! The time for boypussy!charles has arrived!! And 📓 anon has kicked it off PERFECTLY cause this is fucking amazing.

Firstly, Charles being so easy to rile up is just incredible. He really does get so wet so easily. The poor thing has to bring a spare pair of panties with him when the two of you go out together because he knows he’s going to end up needing a new pair before you get back home.

And there are definitely certain outfits that make Charles absolutely soak his panties? Certain dresses and especially suits? Once you showed Charles a suit with no top underneath and his knees literally buckled.

Being fully clothed while Charles is naked is just fucking brilliant. You have to tie him, because otherwise he wouldn’t the able to stop squirming and covering his pussy, because he’s so sensitive and so wet that it’s actually ridiculous.

Using a vibrator is a whole other form of torture. Especially because his hands are tied so that he can’t even try to hold onto you? He’s entirely exposed, can only whine and cry and take it.

Edging the poor thing?! Charles would be sobbing almost instantly. He’s got such a sensitive pussy, so edging him just makes him sob and cry and beg so quickly. And he’s so wet it’s actually ridiculous.

You decide to grab the strap when you pull the vibe away and can see Charles’s pussy clench around nothing. It reminds you that the poor little thing probably really needs something inside of him.

Charles breathes a sigh of relief the moment he sees you reach the strap, because he needs something in shade of him so bad!!

“Mommy…” he whines when you have the strap on, “please mommy…. So empty mommy. Please?”

You consider teasing him more, but the image of how utterly wrecked he is makes you give in. He’s got tears running down his cheeks, legs wide open to show you his soaked pussy.

He whines as you slowly fuck into him, entire body shaking.

You can tell that he wants to be able to hold onto you, but you decide against it. He’s getting fucked exactly as you say, and no more.

Eventually he just gives in, doesn’t even try to hold on or get out of his ties, just cries and whines and lets you fuck him however you want.

He’s such a mess as he cums, crying out as he tenses and cums all your strap, mumbling thank you when he’s done and crying out when you slowly pull out.

And his pussy is just wrecked?? His clit all swollen from the vibe and pussy wide open from how hard you fucked him.

You run your hand along his pussy, cupping it with your calm against his clit and the movement makes Charles’s entire body flinch. The poor little one can’t handle any stimulation there anymore.

“Such a messy pussy,” you say approvingly.

You don’t think Charles is capable of forming words, but to your surprise he manages to say, “but pretty? Right?”

“Of course,” you reassure him, “such a pretty, messy pussy.”

Charles smiles at you then, “Untie me? Want cuddles.”

He’s got this sleepy smile on his face as you untie him, immediately flopping over to his side and making grabby hands for you because he wants his cuddles!!!!!

It takes a good while for him to gain the strength needed to get to the bathroom for his bath, and then he nearly falls asleep in the bath cause he’s just so tired.

He’s been fucked so good though!! And he doesn’t even try to stay awake at any point because he knows his mommy will look after him, keep him safe.

#kinktober tag #nsfw.#sub!charles #cl #f!reader #👅#📓

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djmarinizelablog · 2 years

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Make that Money (Watch it Burn) isn't normal... I have never felt so strange reading a fanfiction. It is sexy, beautiful, provocative. I was damn blushing, writer! The sex scenes taste like heaven and hell, particular paradise, something that everybody would desire. Truly desire.

I would love to read more.

Wah, someone is still reading that (spicy, nsfw) Levihan fic of mine????

And since you're too kind, Anon, I will grant you your request! Here's an excerpt of that pending part 2 of Make that Money (Watch It Burn):

One lewd photo of her is enough, oh yes. Levi doesn’t realize what actually constitutes a lewd photo. (Full nudes? Tease pics? Orgasmic face? He was playing innocent the last time Hange asked him this.) All he knows, and bless his naive heart and not-so-virgin soul, is that it’s definitely enough to make shivers run down his spine, however it may turn out to be.

They were talking about interest rates for their potential investment—a pharmaceutical deal, what a surprise—when his phone beeped with a message from Hange. Levi had to bite his tongue and restrain his hand to the side of the table. Damn, he’ll probably go to hell for his imagination’s lack of restraint. In the picture, she’s yanking the hem of her shirt low enough for him to see the hills of her breasts, her brown hair cascading down her shoulders, a part of her skin already peeking out from the lopsided shirt. Her mouth is wide open, lips stained red for sure it was going to be imprinted in his mind. Past her oversized tee, her leg is bent at an angle in which he can see her thick thighs and bare legs and—god forbid—she’s not wearing any underwear.

A cough from Furlan and Levi immediately hides his phone, hoping no one else has seen it. The other executives are looking at him, expecting him to contribute something valuable to the discussion. He clears his throat and clasps his fingers together on the table and goes, “So, I think we’re closing a deal real soon.”

He goes to her place later that night.

“What?” Hange giggles once she pulls him into her unit. Her entire place resembles a college student’s apartment, textbooks and wads of paper on every surface of her desk, but Levi cannot be too bothered about their surroundings.

“You can’t just send me those photos out of nowhere.”

“Oh, did that turn you on?” Hange lets out a laugh when he rolls his eyes. For some reason, she finds the gesture cute. “I got you something, though.”

With his curiosity piqued, she hands him a small black box, sleek with a silver ribbon on top. He opens it and takes the gift from the intricate wrapping. It's a silk necktie, fancy red and black stripes alternating on the fabric. Hange may be in graduate school, but this one probably goes beyond her usual expenses.

Levi does an internal groan. Ties are a corporate leash, a reminder that bankers have sold their souls to the corporate world.

"I can't wear this."

"Why not? You can always make a fashion statement once in a while."

"Zackley's gonna kill me if I wear anything more expensive than his watch."

"Ah, what a shame." Hange goes over to Levi's side and sits on his lap. His hand accidentally slides up her thigh and confirms his assumptions. (Yup, no underwear.)

Hange hums while playing with the strands of his dark hair, mastering the art of seduction, his expensive gift hanging by her arm. "Still, we have to make use of this one way or another."

“What do you have in mind?”

Without warning, she puts the tie on him, fingers lazily pushing the knot further up his neck. He doesn’t know how to react once Hange kisses him, her firm hands roaming around his chest. Levi catches the idea and knows what to do. He gets lost in Hange’s kisses, and the next thing he knows he’s already naked in her sheets. Well, almost.

"Keep it on," Hange tells him, her toe prodding his chest.

"What?"

"The tie. I like it."

He does keep it on. From the mirror on the corner, he’s aware he looks silly, something in between a stripper or a macho dancer from Magic Mike, and a clown. Once his pants are discarded, he climbs the bed and Hange tugs him by the fabric around his neck like she owns him.

"Stay close to me," Hange whispers to him, wrapping the loose end around her hand.

There's not much he can deny her this time around. The heel of her palms are pushing him down by the shoulders, and Levi thinks this is something that really turns him on, because now, he’s fully erect, cock throbbing so hard he just wants to be inside her right now, right this moment.

"Shit, Hange, I'm—"

"Direct me,” she murmurs against his mouth.

He stops. "How?"

"However you want it. I'm all yours."

Levi takes her hand and wraps her fingers around his length. He closes his eyes when Hange grips it tighter and starts stroking him without so much of a guidance from him.

"Do you like it when I touch you like this?" Her eyes are gleaming under the moonlight from her window and Levi knows this will be the death of him.

"Yeah, I—"

"What if I go faster?"

"Shit, yeah,” Levi hisses. “Fuck."

Hange kisses him again like there's no tomorrow. She nibbles his lower lip and inserts her tongue into his mouth, and Levi cannot think of anything else for tonight except for the warmth of her touch.

#levihan #levi ackerman #attack on titan #hange zoe #fanfiction #shingeki no kyojin #aot #snk #captain levi #levi attack on titan #hanji zoe #ao3 #writing #mine #ask #open #djmarinizela

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valentineforlemonandcherry · 2 years

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Tag Yourself - Things You Can’t Help But Do When Your Lover Makes Love To You - Part 5 – Cyrille Lestrange

You just can’t help yourself when he’s touching you like that, can you?

[Warning: Dominant-Submissive Dynamics.] [Warning: BDSM Dynamics - Spanking, Bondage.] [Warning: Use of Derogatory Phrases.] [Warning: Nonconsent.]

*Cyrille Lestrange is an OC.

*Please do not repost or copy my work without my permission. Thank You!

When Cyrille Lestrange makes love to you, you can’t help but be a brat.

It’s never intentional.

No, no, you shake your head with utmost genuineness. I would never, Cy. Only good girl for you.

You can’t help it. It’s instinct to lean over and stick out your ass for Cyrille to spank you, and then, when Cyrille lifts his hand - to quickly jolt your hips forward, making Cyrille miss your little rump.

“Angel,” he growls.

“Sorry, sorry.” You center yourself again. You grit your teeth and – whoosh – Cyrille’s hand flies by you again as you just turn your hips to the side.

“That’s it.” Cyrille gets up and ties another ribbon around your thighs, looping it around you so that his fingers just barely graze against your pussy as he passes the rope between your legs.

“Ah…” you breathe out. You wiggle your hips a little, indicating that you want Cyrille to forget about this silly tying-you-up thing and just touch you already.

But he growls at you, “Be still” in a voice that not only makes your pussy wet, but also makes you obey him.

Finally, tied to your proper place by silk ribbons, Cyrille spanks you – smack! – “OW!”

It’s only when your ass is blushing a bright pink and you have tears in your eyes that Cyrille finally touches you between your legs. But when he does – it’s heavenly, and the ribbons wrapped around your throat and body and the tingling all over your ass heightens the feeling of his touching you. Your entire body is singing aloud, alive and stinging and humming with the knowledge that you’re his.

And when Cyrille means to punish you by making you sit on his lap and warm his cock without moving for over an hour, it’s only natural for you to start to squirm – isn’t it?

“Angel,” Cyrille warns you. “Cock sleeves don’t squirm.” He arches his eyebrow at you as he whispers darkly in your ear, “You want to be a cock sleeve or a cumslut?”

What’s the difference? You wonder to yourself as you put your hands in your lap and try to stay still.

Only, you swear Cyrille is growing bigger inside of you and you simply can’t resist it anymore. Abandoning all pretense, you put your hands on the desk in front of you and you start bouncing away on him.

“Princess, what do you think you’re doing?”

“Um, you said to s-stay in your lap, ‘member? And uh, I just – ah – am thinking of ways to entertain m-myself…”

Cyrille sighs. He reaches over you and grasps your chin and makes you look over your shoulder at him. With his other hand, he gently pushes your hair away from your face so he can look up at you and see your cute expression, the way your eyes have already gone all dreamy as you make use of Cyrille, make good use of his cock inside of you…

“I believe I told you to be still,” Cyrille reminds you.

“I – I am. I’m not walking away or anything,” you mumble back. Then, closing your eyes, you moan out rather lewdly, without holding back at all.

“Don’t even have the decency to try to hide your pleasure,” Cyrille mutters. “I guess you’re choosing cumslut then.”

You’re not really hearing him anymore, but you nod pleasantly, agreeing with him out of instinct.

It shocks you, then, when Cyrille suddenly picks you up and drops you onto the table.

“W-What?” you breath out, heart thundering as you look up at him.

Cyrille smirks at you. “Isn’t it obvious? I’m going to fucking ruin you.” He quickly coaxes your legs apart. He asks you, ”What’s your safe word?”

“Um. Raven – but why - ? Ah!” you gasp out, as Cyrille proceeds to push your panties to the side, and then slam his cock inside your tight pussy.

When you cry out loudly, Cyrille reminds you, “You asked to be my cumslut.”

“I – I did? When?” you bleat out, grasping desperately at the edge of the table as Cyrille makes you take his cock in your pretty little pussy.

“Just now.” Cyrille pauses, letting you adjust to him and giving you a quick kiss on the cheek to remind you that his priority is still to keep you safe and happy. “Am I hurting you?”

“No!”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No, Cy, p-please keep going!”

“Then tell me you’re my cumslut.”

You blink furiously. “I’m a – a what?”

“A cumslut, Angel. Is it hard for you to learn new words when my cock is inside you?”

You can only whimper. But you have enough sense in you to reach down and grab Cyrille’s hips, and you try to tug him back-and-forth, needing him to move inside you.

Cyrille laughs lightly. ��What are you doing, Angel?” Reaching down, he grasps both of your wrists in his hands and then, leaning over you, he pins your hands hard against the tabletop. “Tell me you’re my cumslut, and I’ll give you what you want.”

Your eyes get all misty, and your pussy’s all aching and wet, and so you bleat out pitifully, “I – I’m your, um… cumslut.”

“Good girl,” Cyrille praises you. Then, standing up straight again, he proceeds to pound your little pussy to your heart’s desire, making you cry out all night and limp tomorrow morning.

And oh yes, when Cyrille tries to choke you lightly when he kisses you, you do him the favor of biting his lip back. It’s just a favor.

“Fuck,” Cyrille growls lowly when he feels your little teeth sinking into his lower lip. “What’s gotten into you?”

“Huh?” You pull away, startled by the mere thought that you might have done anything wrong.

“You’re biting me.”

You snort at this. “You do all sorts of stuff to me. Why shouldn’t I bite you? I’m still the tame one, between the two of us.”

Cyrille sighs. “You’re not supposed to be the tame one. You’re supposed to be the tamed one. Do I have to teach you the difference?”

You eye him suspiciously. “Are you going to bring me a dictionary?”

Cyrille reaches up and grasps your face in his hand. “What a smart mouth you have, princess.”

Stubbornly, you reply, “It comes from a smart brain.”

“Then,” Cyrille responds silkily, “you should be able to learn without a dictionary.”

Five minutes later, Cyrille has tied you all up in ribbons – at your request, mind you – only, you somehow end up remarking (providing a kind-of social commentary, if you will) on the quirkiness of the kink.

“So you like this, Cyrille? You like seeing me all wrapped up in ribbons?”

Cyrille nods once.

You muse, “Oh… So what is it about it? Is it because I look like a present now? Or… is it because the ribbons are all shiny, in contrast to my body? What does that mean, d’you think, if you like seeing me all tied up in something shiny?”

At this, Cyrille remarks wryly, “I didn’t realize you were so interested in psychology.”

“Oh.” You frown. But then, you cheer yourself up by saying, “Well, my strong point has always been my curiosity. It makes me smart.”

Cyrille’s eyes narrow. “It makes you a brat.”

When you look offended, Cyrille sighs. “I’m supposed to be enjoying you in those ribbons, and we’re simply sitting here talking about it.”

“Well, then, why aren’t you enjoying me?” you fire back. “Aren’t you the dominant? Seems like that’s your shortcoming, not mine.”

And with that, Cyrille proceeds to prove to you exactly how he is the dominant: yanking at the ribbons and making them tighter the closer you get to cumming, until your toes are curled up so tight because of the electricity running all over your body, but you can’t even feel your toes anymore; gripping at your hair and tugging your head back while he bites your neck and chest all over, making you moan and squirm, and then, when he has you looking up far enough that you can’t see what he’s doing, he slaps your pussy hard, and you cry out loudly, as your little cunt turns all pink and wet from his harsh touch; and then, you finally cum for him, he stuffs the silky ribbon into your mouth and then kisses you and chokes you so that you can’t breathe – you can’t – you can’t - !

“There you go,” you hear Cyrille whisper softly amidst your intense daze. “Now you’ve found your proper place.”

Your entire body is drooping, kept up only by the silk ribbons crisscrossing your entire body, and cum is streaming down your thighs – both his and yours.

“You make it very difficult to tame you, but once I do, you’re a perfect submissive,” Cyrille tells you in his lovely, silvery voice. “And I know, deep inside, you want to be tamed. You want to be made into a good girl, an angel, my Angel, don’t you?”

You nodded tearily. His words make both your heart and your pussy ache, but in such a good way. Because you love being his, you love being taken like this. And the reciprocal side is that he’s yours, too. You know he is.

“That’s right,” Cyrille continues. His voice becomes softer, falling from a dominant praising his submissive to just him praising you. “That’s why I forgive you for being such a brat. Because I know you’re my angel inside.”

“Yes,” you whisper. “A-Always, Cy.”

With that, Cyrille’s mouth captures yours in the softest, gentlest kiss imaginable, as he begins the slow, loving process of bringing you back down to earth.

And when you softly bite him back – biting down on his lower lip, Cyrille realizes that you have learned absolutely nothing about being a submissive from this encounter, and he sighs and smiles to himself, giving into and actually quite pleased with the fact that you will never actually be tamed – by him or by anyone else.

She’s the real dominant, he thinks, and I’m completely in love with her. Bite my lip all you want, Angel. I reckon that’s what it’s there for.

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Otp Headcanons: Bulk x Kim

Who is “more loved” by the in-laws?

What’s each member flirting style?

Which member steals borrows the other ones clothing?

Which member calls the other in to kill the spiders?

Who is “more loved” by the in-laws? A running joke between them that they both love to despise. The first time and every time since Bulk introduced Kim to his parents, they snorted and sneered the whole time until near the end of the night when his father asked, “So, much did she cost?” and his mother said he’d better not have taken the money out of his trust fund, “What would the family think, Farkas?” Bulk didn’t know why he’d been surprised, but it was nice that Kim didn’t do what she wanted and burned the house down around their ears when she realized they thought she was a high end sex worker Bulk had shown up with to the ridiculous dinner with the Bulkmeiers. It was nice that she held him that night when he tried to put himself back together, though. Kim’s father wasn’t much better, inviting them to a lunch date with another in a long string of secretaries he’d been sleeping with that were barely older than Kim. He’d spent most of the meal looking over Bulk, sending his daughter disapproving glances, and squeezing the twenty-something girl’s thigh when he thought Kim wasn’t paying attention. Kim dragged Bulk out midway through the salad course and told her father to go to hell after the third remark about Kim’s taste and Angel Grove’s dregs in their public schools. She’d only held herself back from slapping him because Bulk squeezed her hand and she didn’t want to embarrass him. Kim’s mother, thankfully and honorably, only cared that Kim was happy and Bulk was a good man who never hurt her--never raised his voice, never raised his hand, never jeered and wheedled behind her back--and did a really good job of being sincere. The former Mrs. Hart loves both of them and they really love her back. What’s each member’s flirting style? Kim’s way of flirting is both as obvious and easy as breathing; little passing winks and hand grazes, batting eyelashes and kind words. Sometimes she didn’t even realize she was flirting until she realized someone (Bulk) was looking at her--so hopeful and almost sad with self-doubt--and realized, ‘Oh.’ Bulk...does not know how to flirt. He knows how to give people what they need when they don’t know they need it. He feeds people he cares for, gives them water or tea, wraps them in blankets or takes them to bed when they’re asleep and dead to the world. He loves without saying the words or expecting recognitions for his efforts. Which member steals borrows the other ones clothing? Both. Bulk can often be seen wandering around wearing one of Kim’s hair ribbons or ties to keep his own hair length in check and out of his face; sometimes even obliging her with putting in clips when she gives him little braids to keep them in place. Kim steals his sleep shorts, his shirts with words and pictures painted on them, his wrists guards when she gets cold in the winter. She borrows his belts with spikes and ornaments, his socks with little bunnies and dinosaurs, his stud earrings. Sometimes Bulk calls Kim, “Magpie” when they go out and he realizes she’s wearing things entirely from his drawers and closet. Which member calls the other in to kill the spiders?

NEITHER OF THEM KILL SPIDERS. Bulk is a history buff and knows spiders are part of the only reason insects and vermin don’t destroy entire civilizations, and Kim read ‘Charlotte’s Web’ so many times as a child that she once tackled Zack when he shrieked at a little Daddy Longleg skittering over his knuckles and tried to smack it himself. They usually work in concert to get the things to safer locations where they wouldn’t step on them. It’s part of the reason they adore each other.

#I will not hear of either of them killing spiders #they serve the world--it is against the LAW #boom! comics power rangers #mmpr #ggpr #Mighty Morphin Comics #go go power rangers comic #Shattered Grid #world of the coinless #farkas bulk bulkmeier #kimberly hart #otp asks #ask fill

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cryptidcalling · 2 years

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Fen short story collection from my English class! Sorry there’s no indents. Some vocab clarification: A-Ma is the Giant equivalent of “mamma” or “mom” Materi is a word in Giant that sorta combines the concepts of grandmother and mentor. Dayflower and his Materi are the same person. Also, the first one is technically written in English, but in canon Fen and River are both speaking Giant to one another!

Sting “Does it still hurt?” “No. It’s just numb now. I can’t move my hand when I try to. I’m scared, River.” “Don’t be scared. We’re almost home, and Dayflower will take good care of you. It’s all gonna be fine.” River pet a hand into Fen’s hair, causing some hairs to pull free from his short ponytail and frizz out along his head. He didn’t react much, so River moved his hand to rub the fluffy inner fur of Fen’s bovine-like ears. The swatch of Fen’s tail wagged a little as it dragged across the damp grass. A ribbon tied around the base of the tuft was getting covered in green stains. “Do you think she’ll be mad?” Fen asked “Why would she be mad?” “I skipped my lesson so we could explore the wetlands.” “So? She said you could. Plus you’re bringing back all those weird plants you guys need. The drug ones.” “Medicinal. They’re not drugs, they’re medicine. It’s different.” “Different how?” “Drugs are dangerous. Medicines are good for you. Sometimes plants can be used for both, so you have to know what to do with them.” “Like those mushrooms? The yellow ones?” “Russula Claroflava. No, they’re just to eat. You can fry them in oil with green onions and garlic and they taste really good.” “You should show me how to cook those once we get home then.” “I’m not really a chef.” “Aren’t cooking and potion making the same thing?” “Sorta, I guess. We’ll have to see if I can still use my hand.” River cringed, looking back down to his friend’s swollen fingers. He used his still-functioning hand to hold the other close to his chest. He’d thought their conversation was distracting Fen, but apparently the injury had never left his mind. River couldn’t blame him. “Are you sure it doesn’t hurt?” “Mmh.” “And Dayflower can make it better, right?” “Mhm. She can make anything better. But we might not be allowed to explore around here anymore after this. At least not without an adult this time.” “We’re basically adults.” “I don’t even have my horns yet.” “You totally do! You have the buds.” “Those don’t count. Besides, I don’t mind not having horns. I don’t care if they ever grow in. My point is that I look young, and we are young, and maybe coming out here without an adult was a bad idea anyways.” “I don’t think so. You got all that stuff and we got to spend all day in the water. Plus we saw like a bajillion cool bugs and frogs and stuff.” “And then I got stung by something. That wasn’t really worth it.” Sighing, River gave Fen’s ear another gentle scratch and smiled when his tail started to wag again. “No, that wasn’t really worth it. But it’ll all be fine, okay? Even if we have to bring an adult with us next time. Your hand is gonna be okay, and Dayflower isn’t gonna be mad, and we’re probably not even gonna get in any trouble. It’s gonna be fine!” “Yeah… yeah. You’re probably right. It’s going to be fine.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Left Behind The wind howled like a dying beast. Fen shivered violently, lost in a sea of white. Snow was falling fast and heavy. Chunky white clumps battered his head and obscured his vision and smell. His long bovine ears were tucked protectively under a thick wool-lined hood, thick enough to hide even his small horns underneath. Despite the thick-hooded coat and the chunky winter pants tucked into his furry boots, he felt like he was close to freezing. His long tail was tucked into the pants and wrapped around his leg. The long fluffy swatch pressed against his inner thigh, providing some meek sense of reassurance that he could still feel his legs at all. He trudged through the mountain pass, already buried over his knees in heavy, wet layers of snow. He’d tried calling out before, but harsh gusts of wind swallowed his soft cries. When they’d first set out through the pass, the snow had not yet begun to fall. Dozens of covered wagons and over 57 Firbolg all crowded together. The entirety of his kind, bundled in their best winter gear and reassuring one another that they’d all make it through together. Their kind had migrated with the seasons for as far back as their stories went. It was their way. They settled in the same places as their ancestors’ ancestors. They would bring the smaller tents with them, using them for cover as they stopped along their journey to rest. Others, ones which were too large to easily bring over a long journey, would be taken down and covered in wait for their yearly return. It was a familiar cycle. One he’d been living through for over 45 years now, and one he planned to keep living until he passed at the well-lived age of 500. The snow had started about an hour into the trek. The mountain pass was wide enough for their carts, but small enough that they had to keep them single file. As the snow had started to pile higher, Fen had tried to remain close to the herd. The soft glowing light of their lanterns and the steady stomping of feet through the snow reassured him that his community was still with him. Then the flurries had begun, stirring up great gusts of snow. The wind had whipped against his face, knocking him back and sucking his breath away. By the time he’d gotten steady, the lanterns had already begun to fade, but he could still see them. He followed them through the storm and each hard bluster that caused him to stumble forced him further back from his family. Eventually, Fen realized he was alone. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been truly, completely alone. There was always someone there. River by his side even at a distance, Dayflower sitting cross-legged with him in their tent as they ground herbs and sorted their foraged goods, his mother or father pulling him in for a hug before he went out for the day, even just the other members of his herd going about their own peaceful lives. All he could do now was keep walking. Follow the path he hoped they would be following as well. Exhaustion ate at his resolve. He ached, freezing cold and sore in every limb. His legs shook with the effort of walking, barely managing to shove the heavy snow aside to take his next step. His hand stayed planted on the mountainside, keeping him steady and guaranteeing he won’t stray too far and end up tumbling down the icy cliffside. His foot caught on something beneath the snow. He gave a solid tug, but his foot didn't pull free. He gave a harder tug, but it only resulted in him losing his balance and tumbling down into the snow. For a moment, Fen was drowning. The ocean of snow swallowed him alive, cutting off his air and burying him in darkness. Then, his arm hit hard stone. He tumbled down the small slope and slid until he hit the cave back with a sharp thud. His head spun and his vision was blurry, and for a moment all he could do was lay against the freezing stone. He didn’t realize he’d fallen unconscious until he awoke again later, his eyes greeted by the searing white of a blizzard in daylight. For a long while he just lay there, drifting in and out of awareness, until finally, he forced himself to sit up. His movements were sluggish and pained, but eventually he was able to take in his surroundings. He was in a cave, if one could even consider it that. It was cramped and freezing, but it provided a refuge from the wind and the growing snow. Slowly working the straps of his bag off and pushing it aside, Fen tucked himself into the safety of the nook. Even if it was cold and frightening, if he wanted to live he’d have to wait it out. Surely someone would come for him, eventually. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Eclectic Herbalist (This one is describing Fen’s room if he lived in a modern setting!!) The room was alive with the earthy smells of herbs and chamomile tea. A platform bed lay tucked in the corner, adorned with a patchwork comforter and an assortment of brightly colored pillows. Lace, tassels, and tie-dye embroidery sparked each of them to life, all sporting a different distinct style from a collection of different artisans. Shelves lined the walls in neat rows, beginning at the left wall and trailing in long platforms to stop where the center wall met the right. If one looked closely they would be able to see that the shelves were made of a rich dark wood, but most would be distracted by the menagerie of plants and items which lined them. The pots on the lower shelves were perfectly aligned to bask in the morning sun which streamed in from the adjacent window. Others, those who were less partial to the brightness, hid on the highest shelves. Sage, rosemary, mint, and an assortment of other such herbs all bloomed green and vibrant. Other plants, some sporting blooming white flowers and others weaving their vines along the supports, had their homes among the collection as well. A number of small glass ornaments rested upon the sill, casting bright spots of color across the walls and floor. Some were smooth and balanced, built with sleek and delicate details. A curling autumn leaf which functioned two-fold as a bowl for pin cushions and misplaced buttons. A charging bull whose horns held a few leather bracelets and hair ties. Accenting their carefully crafted beauty were a few simpler projects. An ovular whale whose eyes were a bit lopsided, and flower whose petals had drooped too far while the glass was still hot, leading the tips to sink into one another. Near the door on the right wall towered a great bookshelf, spanning from floor to ceiling. In it rested a vast swath of thick texts and a piling collection of loose papers and well-worn notebooks. Reading the spines one would find titles such as The Herbal Apothecary, Medicinal Plants of the Mountain West, and Glass Blowing for Beginners. The books had little organization among them, left unsorted as they were jumbled to-and-fro when their owner needed them once more. At the door sat a well-dirtied mat. It might’ve said “Welcome” once, or perhaps “Home” instead, but the dusty matted material obscured most of the phrase. On it rested a pair of sport sandals with footprints well worn into their soles, along with a pair of bright pair of pink and orange swirling tye-dye crocs. Well worn and well loved, the rubber outsoles had begun to fray, yet they’d been tucked just far enough into the corner that the sun can’t quite reach them. Their colors remained pure and vibrant, but when sat in a room so filled with color they barely managed to stand out. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Morning (This one is actually unfinished, but the full story is a collab between me and someone in my DnD campaign so the rest won’t make sense anyways.) Fen wakes when the sun has just begun to rise. Faint rays of sunlight illuminate the greenhouse, tinting it with the soft oranges and pinks of a new morning. Fen lays on a large, soft mattress without a bed frame, piled with an assortment of blankets and pillows. Blinking the weariness from his eyes he sits up and stretches his sleep-tense muscles. After pushing himself up he reaches over and digs through a semi-folded pile of clothing. He grabs a long brown skirt, an off-white peasant shirt, and a pink and orange corset decorated in assorted ties, floral patterns and a hanging bag on each side which rest on his hips. The skirt has a button clasp which covers a short slit to make room for his long thin tail. He replaces his usual yoga with a few simple stretches, steadying his breath and attempting to ground himself. The quiet is distracting. Usually the early morning is alive with birdsong and the wind rustling leaves and his hair. He’s used to the grass tickling his feet as he meditates to the sounds of the living world. Now glass walls keep the true world away from him, cradling his carefully cultivated plants and herbs in a false grove. He flaps his hands in front of his ears, listening to the soft plaps and shifts of his fingers. It’s still too quiet. A trap door leads down into his laboratory, full of assorted potions in glimmering glass bottles. He passes through and ducks under the door frame, heading down the stairs and making his way into the kitchen. He sets to work making breakfast, and the sounds of cooking provide immediate relief. Eggs and bacon sizzle in their pans and fill the kitchen with smells. His bare feet patter gently across the room as he moves back and forth between the stove and the table, laying out plates of eggs, meats, toast, and sliced fruits. It’s early to be cooking for the rest of his companions, but he’s always happy to warm things up if they get cold. He starts on his own food next, deciding on some sort of vegetable stir-fry his A-Ma used to make for him. It’s made from bell peppers, green beans, baby corn, carrots, broccoli, and mushrooms all piled on a bed of white rice. A-Ma used to make it with a special sort of mushroom, little yellow ones called Russula Claroflava, but he hasn’t been able to forage them for many years. Setting his collected ingredients on the counter, he realizes he’s got much more food than he needs. He sets to cutting anyways. The rhythmic sounds and feeling of the blade against the cutting board soothes him, grounding him in the midst of this otherwise still world.

#Fen Tag #Honestly might post these to my Ao3 just to have them somewhere #Besides here I mean ahgsdak #If u read all these then I SUPER appreciate it!!#They're in chronological order btw!! Besides the 3rd one that kinda exists in its own universe #but it still gives you an idea of what he'd be like as an adult living on his own

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cats-of-the-opera · 5 years

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The 'Cats' costume designer to Paul Nicholas, ca. 1980: “Okay so you’re gonna have a leopard-print ribbon tied around your thigh-”

#...#i don't even know #why does he have a ribbon tied around his thigh?#i mean i ain't complaining though kfngbjn #paul nicholas #the rum tum tugger #cats #cats the musical #cats musical #mine #text

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hai-nakyuu · 3 years

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demure (adj); sugawara x reader

reserved, modest, and shy

tw: 18+, corruption kink, cocky but sweet sugawara, virgin!reader, praise, dumbification, a lil overstim, dacryphilia

koushi sugawara never understood the concept of corruption.

he never really got how it amused his fellow third-years every time someone- say, yachi, or yamaguchi- would furrow their eyebrows in confusion at a not-so child-friendly joke tanaka or nishinoya cracked.

he never really minded how tsukishima howled in laughter as hinata and kageyama unkowingly shared an “indirect kiss” through a water bottle.

he never really cared about if someone was a virgin, because to him, whether you’ve had a dick inside you or not doesn’t change who you are.

that is, until he met the quiet, innocent, and pure little angel called you.

“do i... look okay?”

“”okay?” princess,” he laughs softly. “you’d bring venus and aphrodite to their knees.”

he says it to calm your rushing pulse, but, to his slight amusement, it just makes you even more flustered.

you’ve never done this before: dress up in lingerie for a boy.

but this wasn’t just any other boy.

this was koushi, the boy you trusted with all your heart to cherish you in every way.

“this is the most beautiful two piece i’ve ever seen,” his eyes trail up and down your body, “though.... i suppose it’s because you’re wearing it.”

your eyes avert from his piercing gaze as you blush at his words. “i kind of missed one ribbon at the back, though,” you scratch the back of your neck nervously. “could you...”

“do the honors?” he grins. “thought you’d never ask.”

you smile back up at him, but you can see a tiny shimmer in his eyes that says he wants you, needs you.

he moves to sit behind you on the bed, and runs his hands down your shoulder blades. you can feel his slow, steady breath on your back as his hands trail down the lace, his thumb brushing each thread, until his fingers reach the last untied ribbon of the corset.

his breath hitches. his heart skips a beat.

it feels like he’s wrapping his own present.

your eyes flutter shut as he slowly ties the string into a neat ribbon. it’s as if to confrm that this is real: you’re about to give yourself to him. you know koushi feels this finality too, that he’s the first to see you like this.

what you don’t know is how hard it is for him to hold back.

he’s never felt this urge to protect you for anyone else. sure, he’s been an older brother figure to his kouhais, and he’s always been the one to take initiative during dates and other intimate activities, but there’s something about being the one to teach you about pleasure that sends blood rushing to his cock.

once you feel his hands leave your back, you slowly turn around to meet his gaze. his irises have darkened, his eyes almost completely black with desire.

it ignites something warm in the pit of your stomach.

there’s a long, quiet moment, the air silent besides both your heavy breathing.

koushi doesn’t move just yet. he literally can’t. something about seeing you this vulnerable, something about seeing the love in your eyes, makes him realize just how much trust you’re giving to him, and how much he wants to drive you mad with his touch.

and then you smile softly, let your eyes flutter shut, and slowly snake your arms around his neck, pulling him in- almost hesitantly- for a kiss.

gosh, every time your lips touch his he just falls harder.

his hands find home in your hair as he tilts his head a little to the side, deepening the kiss, teasing your lower lip with his tongue. you gasp and he chuckles against your mouth, pressing his lips- and the rest of his body- harder on you as his patience slowly trickles away like sand in an hourglass.

whatever he’s trying to hold back, he doesn’t think he can for long.

you lay back down on the bed, pulling koushi to hover on top of you. god, this boy was a sight, hair tousled, his lips a little pinkish with your lipstick, and- fuuuuuck, the sexy grin as he dips his head into your neck and experimentally plants kisses on your skin. you giggle a bit and blush because you’re ticklish, and he swears if this moment were any more innocent he could just swoop you up and ruffle your hair as you giggle in his arms.

what you don’t expect is how he suddenly sucks on a certain spot and before you can stop yourself-

“h-hah! god, koushi-”

koushi’s cock strains hard in his pants at the pathetic adorable whine you let out. he masks an aroused groan with a chuckle as he repeats the action.

again.

and again.

and a few times too many, actually, because he can feel your chest rising and falling against his, your much smaller hands gripping onto his shoulders.

delighted by your sensitivity, he keeps this up for another minute before he breaks away, adorning a cocky smirk as his tongue darts out to drag across his lips.

“your-your lips are pink,” you inform him, and he chuckles sweetly as he tastes your strawberry lipstick on his tongue.

“tasty,” he jokes, and you laugh and shake your head. even at such an intimate moment koushi can be so goofy.

“you’re such a dork,” you tease, and he smirks a little as his hands drag down your waist, squeezing a little at your hips.

“i’m a dork, huh, angel?” he drawls against your ear as his fingers toy with the ribbons of the last piece of cloth covering your mound. “let’s see if you still think i’m a dork when you’re soaking my fingers later.”

he pulls your panties off, watching as a pale, white string of wetness connects from the cloth to your already dripping folds.

“you got off on a bit of kissing, darling?” he smirks up at you, and you thrash away from him, embarrassed that he has to see you wet.

“i’m sorry- i didn’t mean to pee- i already went to the bathroom before-”

“don’t sweat, it, angel, it’s normal,” koushi chuckles. it’s funny how he has to remind himself that this is your first time. he takes your hands, and places them on the headboard above you, before fluffing up the pillow your hear is on, sneaking a quick kiss to your lips before sinking back down between your legs.

“it is?” you ask, curiosity halting your flustered movements.

“of course, it means you’re liking it,” he says, hands on your thighs slowly pushing your legs apart, “do you like it, hmm, angel?”

“i-i think i do,” you stutter, nodding. he smiles, but it’s a little mocking as he regards your innocent confusion.

“you have no idea what i’m going to do to you,” he drawls. “but don’t worry, you won’t have to think about aaaaaanything. just lay there and be my good angel while i fuck you so good, hmm?”

“okay,” you whimper, already shaking in anticipation.

“good, that’s a good girl,” he praises you. he slowly licks up and down your folds, dipping his tongue into your cavern and curling it at the tip before slipping out. he laps up all your arousal, humming at the taste of untainted purity as his tongue swirls around your bud before his lips latch around it and suck, eliciting a choked up whine of his name.

fuck,he thinks. how is he going to take this slow if you’re laying there so willingly, making the sweetest, lewdest noises he’s ever heard?

he knows the answer: he won’t.

you don’t even notice his right hand nearing your folds, too immensed in the feeling of being so stimulated until you feel the pads of his fingers prod at your entrance, freezing up in anticipation.

“hey, hey, don’t tense up, princess,” he coos. he kitten licks at your clit to get you to relax, while two of his digits slowly enter your cunt.

he curls his fingers slowly, knowing that if he tries hard enough he’ll find a spot that’ll make you see stars-

“f- ah! koushiiii-”

“there it is,” he grins. “does it feel good now, angel?”

“mhm,” you whine.

“so responsive,” he chuckles. “i’m gonna start moving them, alright?”

it’s kind of a rhetorical question, because once he gets to thrusting his fingers in and out of your folds, curling and prodding at the most sensitive parts inside you.

fuck, none of his fantasies can ever compare to this moment, seeing all your reactions, feeling you clench down on him so desperately, and hearing you mewl and whimper his name. up to just earlier today, he had to control himself not to think of such sinful things around you, because surely you must think him weird, perverted, or even disgusting; you’re the most preciousgirl in his eyes, why would he evertell you that he thinks about your bashful smile every time he fists his cock at night?

but one glance at your face, seeing how your back arches off the bed, desperate to cum even if you probably don’t know what that means, tells him that maybe he could keep you innocent. he could keep this beautiful expression of pleasure to himself, let everyone else think you’re so sweet and uncorrupted when in reality, behind closed doors you’re on your way to becoming his lovely, obedient prey.

his prey that he cherishes and loves.

everything is a blur to him when he quickens the pace of his fingers and tongue, guiding you to your first orgasm (of many) as you tug hard on his hair, giving up on trying to hide your noises when the pleasure takes over the sanest part of your mind and body.

it washes over you like perfectly warm water; a shock trickling up your toes all the way to your spine, your back arching as koushi removes his mouth from you.

“there you go,” he lets you down from your high gently. your head falls back on the pillow, your breaths heavy, but you can still feel when his fingers slip out of you, quick, but you’re so sensitive it makes you clench down on nothing a few times.

“aww, you want more?” koushi teases. “greedy little thing.”

you whine softly, but he clicks his tongue, not taking that for an answer.

“what’s that, angel? i can’t understand you, darling, you gotta use your words,” he smirks down at you.

you open your mouth to reply when he taps a few times on your clit, effectively reducing you to choked-up whimpers.

it almost makes him forget how he’s painfully rock hard in his jeans.

discarding the rest of his clothes, koushi pulls down his underwear, and his cock springs out, and your eyes widen at the sight.

“don’t worry your pretty little head about it,” he kisses you on the lips quickly. “i’ll go slowly.”

he moves to trail his tongue along the helix of your ear, reducing his voice to a dark, breathy drawl.

“for now.”

he lines up his cock with your folds, pressing in gently, taking note of every change in your expression.

but god, it felt so good. koushi could feel you squeezing him so hard. he balls up his fists, keeping them away from you so you don’t get scared.

“d-does it hurt, angel?” he asks breathily, fighting the urge to sink in completely.

“n-nuh,” you grit out. “f-feels weird.”

“it’s alright, don’t worry, i’m almost- f-f-fuck, you’re so fucking perfect,” he groans into your ear.

his breath hitches as he feels you shiver at those words.

oh.

well if that isn’t fucking adorable.

“how ‘bout i give my angel a reward?” he praises you, his other hand slipping between your folds, rubbing circles into your clit.

neither of you are prepared for how it feels; you’re immediately mewling into his shoulder, your nerves on fire as your legs start twitching uncontrollably, your hands helplessly clawing at his back, as your cunt clenches down on him so good it makes koushi’s eyes go wide and feral.

“p-please move, k-koushi” you whine into his ear, and that makes him fucking snap.

he’s in a daze he grabs your legs and lifts them over his shoulders, thrusting all the way in with one swift move, making you let out a high-pitched moan into your hand.

he’d be more gentle if he could, he swears, but something takes control- or rather, loses it inside of him as he grabs both your wrists in one hand, slamming them above you as he thrusts in and out of you, knocking the wind out of you as you squeeze down on him sporadically.

“don’t you fucking dare hide from me,” he groans, watching as your back arches so sexily as he fucks you the way he’s always wanted to.

“i’ve wanted to see you like this for so long, angel, and now i can finally tell you how much i’ve dreamed of fucking that pretty little smile and making you cry. so i wanna see every bit of you, understand?”

he rips off the lace top with one hand, and you moan brazenly at his show of strength. he licks a stripe up the valley of your breasts before latching onto one of your perked nipples and sucking hard, making you squeal and sob fom the pleasure.

“f-f-fuck, please koushi-” your moans get louder and louder and louder, your legs shaking as you feel something crashing over you so hard it makes you see white-

just as koushi’s about to reach his peak as well, a memory flashes through his head from what seems so long ago.

“i... like you too, sugawara-san,” you smiled up at him shyly, holding the second button of his school shirt in your hand which he had offered you so sweetly.

“you do?” he laughs, half in joy, half in slight disbelief.

“well, why wouldn’t i?” you beam up at him. “you’re so sweet to everyone, and i really feel at home with you, you’re very attractive-”you chuckle in a fluster at this- “and you’ve always been so...”

“what?” he tilts his head curiously.

“...so nurturing to me, if that’s the word,” you avert your eyes to your feet bashfully. “you could teach me a lot of things too!”

“yeah,” he holds his arms out, and you gingerly slip into his embrace, melting into his chest. “maybe i could.”

- the end

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moonctzeny · 3 years

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love to hate me

request: celebrity! jaehyun + enemies to lovers + “don’t you want to know how i feel?”

pairing: friends to enemies to lovers! jaehyun x female reader

genre: smut, angst, fluff... this fic has it all folks

word count: 7.514k

warnings: toxic behaviour, public sex, light restraining, jaehyun pulls a ‘white boy punching the wall’ at some point

summary: “You and Jaehyun meet as SM trainees, developing a friendship until he debuts and you deicde to leave the company and pursue a solo career. When you reunite again in a music show and he acts like he barely knows you, you stubbornly begin a series of hate-brimmed sex rendez-vous. Your touch-and-go relationship continues on, until a song collaboration will force you both to deal with all your repressed feelings for each other”

a/n: this is the longest it has ever taken me to finish a fic.. I have a love-hate relationship with this (no pun intended XD). I hope whoever requested this likes it!

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Of-fucking-course you had to bump into him out of all people at the vending machine. All you wanted was a drink to refresh you before you got up on stage, and now you have to deal with Mr. Too Good For This World and his relentless teasing. His eyes, lit up by an amusement that was also evident in his smirk, stayed glued on your body, raking up and down at it for a second too long. Not that you didn’t like it.

“Stare much?”, you bark at him in hopes of snapping him out of his trance, and push through him to punch in the code of your favorite drink. But alas, he always had a comeback ready on the edge of his lips.

“You look ridiculous”, he states and you have to admit that your outfit, though fitting for the Halloween special of today’s music show, was way different than anything else he had ever seen you in. Reincarnated as Dorothy Gale for the night, your stylists had chosen a short, light blue checkered dress, with red stilettos that gave a sexy twist to the character’s ruby slippers. Hair neatly braided in two pigtails, decorated by ribbons and topped off by glittery pink makeup. The image of innocence. Jaehyun had to laugh.

“Says the man dressed up as Woody”

It was unfair, you admitted, how good he looked in that stupid outfit. His hair was gelled back, a few strands framing his handsome face strategically. The yellow shirt fitted him like a glove, its bright colour lighting him up as well. And those jeans, tight in all the right places, just melted over the muscles of his thighs. The ones that you’ve come undone on one too many times.

“So”, he lilts, giving you a once over before lowering both the volume and pitch of his voice, “want a ride?”

You scoff, sparing him an incredulous look, “on what horse, cowboy?”

He doesn’t reply, only points with his eyes to his crotch that is undeniably sporting a visible tent, and you gasp when you see the outline of his dick twitching under your stare.

“Jesus Christ, Jaehyun”, you mutter with a disgusted look on your face before picking up the almost forgotten beverage that the vending machine had barfed out for you. The boy mentioned, however, was unfazed.

“They don’t call me Woody for nothing”

Almost choking at the drink that was supposed to calm you down, you catch his eyes rolling at you through your third cough. Well, that ruins one of your favourite childhood movies. “Don’t pretend to be a prude. Now are we going to fuck before you get on stage of not?”

You can clearly remember the first time you met Jung Jaehyun alone. You always spotted him somewhere in the SM buildings, joking around with his future bandmates, barely ever without company. As a fellow vocal trainee, he introduced himself to you as Yoonoh, filling up the awkward silence while your vocal teacher prepared the music sheets for the both of you to rehearse.

You were thankful the two of you always got paired up together. Jaehyun was charming, easy to be around, funny. He was a model SM trainee with the otherworldly looks he possessed, almost impossible for anyone’s eyes not to follow him when he entered a room. Radiant porcelain skin, soft brown locks, and a dimpled smile that made your heart melt in seconds.

You can also clearly remember the first time you had the privilege of hearing him sing. Jaehyun had a beautiful baritone voice, one that contradicted his flower boy image but matched his manly personality perfectly. The four walls of the small practice room resonated with his sound, that was stable and smooth like honey. The lessons were challenging but Jaehyun made them bearable through spending time with him. Maybe it was your shared struggles, or how you were always tired and vulnerable when you saw him. Maybe it was those damned dimples, but your heart always beat faster when you were around him.

“Sometimes I get discouraged”, he confides in you in that same room, hours later, early into the morning now. The vocal lesson stretched on longer than expected, leaving you two sitting on the floor, sharing a cup of lemon-honey tea to soothe your vocal chords. You let your head rest to the leather couch behind you as you stare into his handsome features one by one. What time was it? Shouldn’t you be back at your dorms by now? It didn’t matter, this was one of those moments when time seems to stop and life seems unreal. When the only thing that you care about is the person standing next to you, and whatever it is they have to tell you.

“I fear that I will never get to debut. There’s handsome guys all over the company. I just don’t know if my skills are enough.”

You thought he was crazy for thinking that way, wanted to scream at him that he’s just perfect and more than enough for the company, or for anything in this world for that matter. But Jaehyun was reserved, the type to always mask his true feelings behind a smile and you were more than glad that he finally opened up to you, that he saw you as someone trustworthy. You didn’t want to dismiss his feelings, so you just pet his hair while you listened to his concerns.

As you mindlessly gaze at the rainy weather outside, a couple of droplets following their own path down the froggy window remind you that time does run by. Even if every day seemed the same, following the same routine, going to the same classes over and over again.

Jaehyun had this sad look that contorted his pretty face and you hated it, reaching up to massage away the wrinkles between his eyebrows. You don’t know which godly creature made the hourglass of time freeze this moment, nor did you know why Jaehyun leaned forward to capture your lips into a kiss. Maybe it was his way of saying thank you for keeping your ears and heart open for him, for listening to him when he needed it most.

It felt so lovely while it lasted, two young people leaning on each other during an uncertainty that anchored them far away from their emotional shoreline. But life as a trainee isn’t a fairytale and falling in love can have serious ramifications. So you promise to each other that this will be a one time thing, and then you never speak of this night ever again.

Unsurprisingly enough, Jaehyun got to successfully debut, yet you didn’t have the same luck. The company had plans of focusing on their new boy group, thus postponing your debut for an uncertain amount of time. It was hard for you to decide to switch labels, to throw away the years of hope and dedication you had pinned on this company but the faith you placed on yourself was stronger.

It’s years later when you finally get to promote as a solo artist in a different company, and you are happy to say that the decision you made all those years ago was the right one. The exposure you got wasn’t the same as being in a Big 3 company, however leaving SM entertainment has its pros. Flexible schedule, less scrutiny, great creative freedom over your work.

This wasn’t the first time you have come across your old trainee buddy. Jaehyun had multiple comebacks in a year, so it was only natural that his group’s and your promotions would sometimes overlap. You were only a rookie, and NCT turned out to become pretty popular, so of course the wins were always tied to their names.

The first time you walked past him in the hallways, dark makeup and professional styling making you both almost unrecognizable, you expected a wave, small talk, maybe some reminiscing of the old times. Instead, you got a cold stare or at best, an arrogant smirk coupled with a “Do better next time”. It was shocking to you how much Yoonoh, the boy with the shy smile and awkward social skills, would turn into such a stranger.

How you always ended up sneaking out with him to have a quickie in one of the ready rooms, was beyond you. He rushed you inside before checking both sides of the hallway, cautious to hide from any curious eyes. The coast was clear and Jaehyun doesn’t like to waste time, so he pins you against the door he just closed behind him, face dipped in your neck. You can feel his fingers dancing on the skin of your thighs, eager to explore what is hidden under your frilly skirt, and their delicacy in contrast to his feverish kisses sends a shiver down your spine.

One pretty whine from your lips, then two, three and you can feel Jaehyun smile deviously against your neck. The softness is too enticing for him to resist, so he nips at it skillfully, trying to get a reaction out of you. He recognizes that you have plenty of talent as a singer, yet the symphonies you sing out for him in those little sessions seem to be his favorite.

“Jaehyun, cut it out. I’m going on stage in like, 20 minutes”

“Turn me on then”

Wasn’t he the one that basically flashed you in the middle of the cafeteria for just existing? Isn’t it his hard on that digs against your lower stomach? The demand made you mad, and you wanted nothing more than to entice him with a nice blowjob, only to take a big, strong bite off that cock of his. But see, you had a full face of makeup on and your career is way more important than a fuckboy, so you’ll have to get creative.

Flipping him around so that he’s the one trapped between you and the door, you start to suck on his collarbones , then nibble at the tender flesh. He seems distracted enough by it so that you open the button of his jeans and fully remove his belt from their loops with no objections. Palming him over his boxers to keep him entranced, you manage to bring his wrists together, wrapping the leather around them, then lastly fastening them in place.

His eyes widen in shock when he realizes that he’s too late, wiggling his hands in a futile attempt to free himself. Your laugh is sadistic, making the hairs on his arms stand on edge and you gloat in the effect you have on him.

Giving your palm a good lick, you form a ring with your fingers, wrapping them around the base of his member. He hisses and drops his head back, thudding loudly against the wall. His cock enlarges and reddens as you move your hand up and down, changing the pressure according to his reactions. Jaehyun isn’t one to express himself freely but there is not much he can do to stop the low moans leaving his lips. Not when you rub circles over his tip with the soft skin of your palm.

He looks so fucking good, all squirmy and desperate and trying to hold himself from saying ‘please’. You almost want to keep going, squeeze him more until he whines and begs to cum, and admire the white beads dripping from his slit and covering your hand. Almost.

You halt your movements with a last strong stroke, crossing your arms over your chest as you stare back at him. Jaehyun tentatively opens one eye to see why you have stopped, only to come across that bratty smile that he loves as much as he hates.

“You should have dressed up as a siren. Seducing people before they realize you are a man eating bitch”

“If you want someone to jerk you off you can go ask one of your little fangirls. I want to get fucked.”

“Let me go then. And you’ll wish you never did”

You scoff at his cockiness, nonchalantly freeing him from his constraints, and the way he immediately has a hold of your jaw reminds you of a predator eyeing its prey. His eyes have a crazy look in them, moving frantically over every part of your body like he can’t decide what to grab onto first. He decides on your hips, bending you over a table full of snacks and makeup tools and flyers of today’s schedule.

“You think it’s funny to tease me like that?”, he asks you with a peremptory voice that signifies you’d better shut up.

You hear shuffling behind you and assume it’s him slipping on a condom, so you make yourself more comfortable on the wooden surface. A hard slap on your ass jolts you alert.

“I asked you a fucking question”, Jaehyun presses brusquely and flips your skirt fully over your ass, pulling your panties down until they’re bunched up right over your knees.

“It’s fun”, you moan out, breathless both from the pleasure and the stinging feeling on your right cheek, “What are you gonna do about it?”

Was the room occupied by one of the artists that have already been on stage? Or will they barge in at any moment to find you bent over and pussy dripping for Jaehyun to finally dive inside you? He chuckled at the sight of you, eyes feasting off your naked body, your ass up just the way he likes it. Not so innocent anymore, huh?

He doesn’t reply to you, aligning himself against your slit and bottoming out in one go instead. Involuntarily, you let out a small screech, the sudden stretch catching you off guard.

“You better stay quiet, siren. Or maybe you would like it if people found us like this? Saw how good you take my cock whenever I ask”

You wanted to bite back at him, but the only sound you could make was a guttural moan. It was embarrassingly loud, and you fall forward to bite your fist and force yourself to shut up. It was effective, yet Jaehyun had other plans for you, pulling your pigtails towards him in a strong grip that has you against his chest in seconds.

“Nuh, uh, uh, siren”, he hums in your ear, his panting making his voice sound huskier and smokier than ever, “How about trying to stay quiet by using your willpower alone? That way it’s more- how did you call it? Fun.”

He slows down his pace momentarily, as if he’s giving you time to answer him. But the moment you open your mouth to talk back at him, he thrusts particularly hard inside you, forcing a whimper out of your lips.

“Fuck you, Jaehyun”

“As you wish”

Jaehyun was conceited and cocky and a dick, but he was also a good fuck. He kept at it with what seemed like all the energy in the world, fucking you against that table until you came all over him, and your legs gave out. It ended how it always did, with him moaning how fucking sexy you look and how much he hates you, and you swallowing your pride as you swallow his cum. You’d tell each other to fuck off and never bother the other again, until you meet up at the next comeback, to do this shit all over again.

And that’s how things would stay if it wasn’t for that goddamn phone call from your manager.

“...so we thought what better way to promote your new song by recording a duet with NCT’s Jaehyun?”

No, no, no this can’t be happening. No way. Anyone but him.

“Are you sure this is the only way we can promote me? Can’t I just go to variety programs like every other idol out there?”

“y/n, duets by different group members are one of the most efficient methods of promoting there is! And with NCT’s latest song topping the charts this will be a great opportunity for you. Taemin and Sunmi did it. Suzy and Baekhyun, Chanyeol and Punch-“

“Alright, okay, I get it”

“Besides, since you used to be an SM trainee they specifically asked for you. The directors made some pretty big compliments on your work”

Isn’t it a little too late now? Not like they didn’t have the chance to debut you, right? That being said, there isn’t much to oppose to decline SM’s offer; your manager is right and you know it. Saying no to Lee Sooman and giving up a popularity push like that is basically career suicide. Nor could you let your manager know about your and Jaehyun’s little adventures, minutes before you have to go on stage.

“Just send me the schedule. I don’t have to record with him, right?”

“Oh no, they’ll record his part first and then they’ll send it to us. But there will be a music video of course”

Oh for fuck’s sake.

There was this little monster of worriedness that was screaming inside your head, refusing to shut up. This collaboration isn’t going to be easy, but you didn’t want to let Jaehyun’s pettiness get in the way of your career. Fumbling with your phone in your hands, you kept removing and reinserting its case compulsively, over and over again, until you mustered the courage to take matters into your own hands.You knew his number was buried somewhere in your contacts.

you [16:35]: hey it’s me, y/n

Jung Yoonoh [16:50]: y/n who??

you [16:55]: y/n y/l/n? the girl whose guts you were inside in last week? we have a song coming up 😒

Jung Yoonoh [16:57]: oh y/n right

Jung Yoonoh [16:58]: thought you’d have deleted my number

Well you sure have deleted mine, you murmur with your blood boiling, regretting reaching out to him in the first place.

you [16:59]: i always hoard peoples contacts

you [17:00]: old habits die hard i guess

Jung Yoonoh [17:00]: like the habit of me being inside your guts?

You gasp out after reading his last message, hands awkwardly juggling your phone until you’ve forced yourself to calm down. After waiting for a while, until your face has reached its previous temperature, you feel focused again, and type out your original intentions for this conversation.

you [17:05]: this isn’t what i texted you about.

you [17:07]: we have this project coming up and while I know we aren’t exactly on the best terms, this comeback is very important for me

you [17:08]: and i don’t want to fuck it up

Jung Yoonoh [17:10]: kitty cat, relax. maybe this is a brand new word for you but i know what professionalism is

you [17:10]: don’t you ever and i mean ever call me that again

you [17:11]: glad to see we are on the same page

You didn’t expect a message back, nor did you get one. All you could do from now on, was pray that the promotions would go smoothly and Jaehyun wouldn’t do anything stupid that would jeopardize your collaboration.

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And the day you dreaded finally came. The first day of filming for the music video.

You had already finished recording the song, a bittersweet balad about two lovers who lost their way, only for their paths to cross again. When you listened to the demo for the first time, it only took three notes from Jaehyun’s pre-recorded verse to spread goosebumps on your skin. His voice was deeper and even more developed than you remember. Long forgotten memories, shoved deep inside your brain so as not to leave a bitter aftertaste in your mouth, came flooding up again. But things have changed since then.

The sky was crying rain and lightning, fitting to the storm inside your head. Normally you'd be excited to film a music video, bubbling with energy and unable to contain a smile. Today, all you could do was let your teeth abuse the cuticles of your left thumb, until little drops of blood ruined the fresh manicure you got for the shoot.

Following your manager inside the studio, you take a quick glance at all the props the creative directors have prepared. They were very intricate, filled with all different types of flowers everywhere. Some of the fake rooms looked like classrooms, two others were decorated like teenage bedrooms. It was a lot more than you have anticipated.

“The song will be part of a drama OST, that’s why the budget is higher than usual”, your manager tells you as if he was reading your mind.

He leads you to the changing room, where you try on different outfits your stylist has chosen for you, while simultaneously being briefed on the concept of the music video. It’s kinda cheesy and cute, with you and Jaehyun posing as high-school students falling in love. Certain scenes of the drama, whose plot matches the music video’s, will intercept in between.

You’re seated on the makeup chair, sunk in the uneasiness caused by your co-star. Jaehyun had arrived a few minutes after you, his bare face more handsome than you’ve ever looked in your most glamorous state and you can’t help but stare at him. He is all polite smiles and bows to the staff, and even gives you a formal greeting.

You’re not sure why you just can’t bring yourself to stop your legs from shaking as the makeup artist patiently tries to apply a rosy blush on your cheekbones. It’s like you’re scared that everyone will see right through the both of you, somehow enter your brain and find out that you’re replaying your last encounter with Jaehyun in the music show’s waiting room in your head. As you try to read through his expression, to see if he’s nearly as nervous as you are, you defeatedly can’t decode what’s going on inside his head. Not like you ever could.

You glance at both you and Jaehyun through the mirror, admiring the youthful makeup. Blushy cheeks and innocent eyes of two teenagers in love, masking the raw lust between two nemesi. It couldn’t stray any further from the truth.

A staff member leads both you and Jaehyun (who is refusing to spare even one look your way) back to the main set. The director is passionately explaining what he wants to see from you in your first scene, but you can barely focus with Jaehyun’s eyes burning holes through your school girl outfit. You block him out and walk inside the ‘classroom’, spotting the cameras and sitting on your designated seat, while you wait for your signal to start.

Of course, you had acted before. Yes, you had expected for the director to ask you for some more intimate moments with your co-star. But when Jaehyun passed you a “love note” from the desk in front of you, looking all blushy and shy and with his dimples showing, you felt that the role of crushing schoolgirl became a little too easy for you to act out.

And maybe, just maybe he was feeling the same way too. He looked pretty flustered when he saw you dancing across class, shifting restlessly in his seat when you bent forward to tie your shoelaces. Whether you did it on purpose or not, was a question your ego didn’t allow you to answer truthfully.

Most of the individual shots would be handled at a different shoot, so all you had to do was get over this one day with him. That’s what you repeated yourself over and over again. And you did pretty well, smiling charmingly at the camera, with the director praising you for your “innocent look”. You didn’t miss the scoff slipping from Jaehyun’s lips but you were good at ignoring it, focusing on getting through the different scenes in one-shot.

You were currently leaning your body against the wall, playing with your hair while Jaehyun glances down at you, like a boy that is ready to confess to his first love.

“y/n, I need you to give me something more shy, more bashful”, the director yells eagerly, but you can barely hear him, too focused on regulating your breathing. The look your co-star is giving you right now might seem loving and pure to the staff, but you know all too well the motives hidden behind his facade. It’s the calm before the storm, the silence he purposefully keeps to make you squirm, right before he whispers the most sinful propositions in your ears.

Reading him like an open book, you stand still as he leans closer, just enough so that no one besides you get to hear his words.

“Come on y/n, can’t you act bashful? Or is it impossible for you to get embarrassed after getting fucked against the window of a TV station’s building?”

Clearing your throat, you’re suddenly hyper aware of every single sound and movement in the room. Suffocating, even in the light clothes you were wearing, and desperately trying to mute out his words that bring you back to the day he was repenting.

“When you were pressed up against that glass, moaning my name, all exposed for anyone that simply looked up to see, you weren’t too shy, were you?”

You raise your palm to wipe a bead of sweat that has collected on your temple, and breathe deeply through your nose, as if a good pump of oxygen would cool off the sudden heat between your legs.

“Shut up Jaehyun”, you simply hiss through your front teeth, but he isn’t done yet.

“You know I can’t hold myself when I see you in skirts. So pretty. And you love to tease me in them too, I’ve noticed. Flashing me again and again until you get to suckle on my dick”

You were sure his voice was barely louder than a whisper, but the thought of anyone accidentally prying into your conversation had your whole body raising in temperature. The heat didn’t take long to reach your cheeks and you couldn’t remember the last time your legs felt like jelly, as they do now.

“Perfect y/n, that’s exactly what I’m looking for!”

You blinked back at Jaehyun a couple times, your mind trying to process that the director is cheering you on instead of scolding you to focus. The trembling hands, the fast-paced heartbeat, your big doe eyes. Though involuntarily, you had nailed the scene.

“You’re welcome”, Jaehyun mouths at you just as the staff announces a break. He scurries off to his dressing room without a word, as if he hadn’t just spewed his dirtiest of thoughts on set. It was almost as if he was daring you to follow him, but it’s not like he had left you a choice. You were fuming.

“Jaehyun”, you called out to him strictly but he didn’t acknowledge you, only walked further inside the small room with his name written neatly on the door. He was removing some of the heavier jewellery, rubbing the red lines they had left on his neck and wrist, momentarily catching your eyes on the mirror's reflection. They were misty, unreadable, and with how unpredictable you knew he could be, you decided to close the door behind you.

“Closing the door?”, he muses and in just a few long strides he has managed to trap you between his body and the wooden surface. It is reminiscent of your last meeting at the music show, and the memory of you tying him up doesn’t help with the organizing of your thoughts. “What are you planning on doing to me in here?”

You point one finger against his chest, not enough to create any real distance between you, but it comforts you nonetheless.

“What the fuck was that out there? What happened to professionalism?”

“Relax, kitty cat. I was just helping you act better”. His eyes stayed glued on your hips, once again making you all wound up and jumpy under his stare, “And it worked. You should be thanking me”

“I. Told. You.”, you started, tapping your finger on his sternum to emphasize each word, “Never call me that again. Today’s already hard as it is, why do you have to make it harder?”

He takes one more step towards you, his chest now touching yours and your hand that separated you lands involuntarily on his right peck. As if his presence wasn’t overwhelming enough, you feel a hardness pressing against your thigh, and for a moment you worry he can feel how wet you really are under your skirt. His voice is a low, a deep rumble.

“I don’t know. Why do you have to make everything so hard?”

“You are unbelievable”, you scowl at him and free yourself from his trap. You turn to the big mirror to avoid looking at him anymore, and you come to the embarrassing realization of how fucked out you look right now. You had to get out of there as soon as possible, before you do anything stupid and lose any trace of self control left in you. But not before you gave Jaehyun an earful.

“What I meant was that I am out there, being paid to be all lovey-dovey with you. This is not something easy for me you know. It’s basically prostitution.”

You catch Jaehyun’s eyes in his reflection, and for a fleeting moment they turn a colour that you hadn’t seen them in for a long time. Hurt? Disappointment? Whatever it was, it was gone in a second, replaced by that smile that made him both irresistibly smackable and fuckable at the same time.

“Did it cross your tiny brain that maybe someone could hear you? Staff leaks information all the time! If they found out we were fucking…”

“Were? Past tense?”

“Are. Will be. Whatever.” You sigh, defeated, hiding your eyes with your palms as you face him once again. “Like I said, this is important to me. So no more dirty talk on set. Okay?”

Jaehyun avoided your glance, from embarrassment or uninterest maybe. “Okay”

You continue to sit there silently, but your head is so occupied with a million thoughts that you don’t notice. How you will get through the rest of the shooting, whether your manager is looking for you or not, the coldness of the glass Jaehyun had pressed you against that day. The only thing that snapped you out of it, was him suddenly taking off his shirt.

“What are you doing?”, you ask panicking, but you can’t dismiss the pool of excitement in your belly.

“We have a wardrobe change after the break, remember? And since you refuse to leave my changing room..”

You clear your throat, trying your hardest to rip your eyes away from his abdomen, that you’ve so keenly marked with love bites before. His naked skin must have monopolized your attention way more than you realized, as you can’t remember when he slithered his way closer to you, towering over your height.

“Stare much?”, he almost growls, arousal dripping from his voice.

Every fiber of your being wanted to lurch forward, glide your fingers through his hair and start nibbling at those pretty lips of his. The sexual tension, amplified by the argument you just had, was filling the room like a thick liquid would fill a cup. One more drop, one more second of his staring and it would overflow. It felt so real, that you could feel that drop landing on your forehead. Then another one on your cheek, and that’s when you realized that what you felt was real.

“What the-?”, Jaehyun mumbles as he stares up at the ceiling, a big wet spot staining it and allowing the water drops to slowly wet his styled locks. As you start to put two and two together, someone knocks loudly on the door, making you both jump one feet away from the other.

“Get undressed”, a high-pitched male voice that you recognize as Jaehyun’s manager calls through the door, “the rain is ruining the set. It’s a wrap for today”

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A soft touch on your lower back, an even softer breath making your ears tingle. A tentative kiss on your neck that’s full of purpose and makes you shiver.

And then another touch, this time more south on your body. Fingertips grazing over your sensitive clit. Easily moving through your wetness and finally dipping inside of you. That baritone voice.

“This pussy is mine, isn’t it, kitty cat?”

You look up to meet the face of the familiar voice, only to meet Jaehyun’s baby brown eyes. The pleasure was enough to make you ignore the despised nickname, flowing intensely through your body. You let out a desperate moan, gripping his arms to keep your balance. His fingers are now dragging through your walls and you clench around them instinctively, confused but enamored by his touch. You are falling apart.

“Jaehyun? What are you doing?”

“I want to make love to you”

“Love? But you hate me”

He plants another kiss on the slope of your neck, his hands picking up in pace and making you feel like you’re floating on air.

“Love. Hate. Is there really any difference when I’m here, ready to please you? Willing to make you feel things you have never felt before?”

“You already do”, you admit, only seconds away from your orgasm. The bliss is so close you can almost taste it, but for now you choose to taste his lips. They are so soft and warm that you realize you haven’t kissed Jaehyun since that night at the practice room. How you miss him. Not the group visual, not the idol, not even Jaehyun. Yoonoh.

“Yoonoh”, you moan out against his lips as the pleasure overtakes you, a low buzz humming in your ears, “mmm yes, Yoonoh”

“Who the fuck is Yoonoh?”

You finally wake up, your manager shaking you awake being the first thing you see. The sun’s morning rays are peeking through your blinds, warming your skin in lines. Your phone’s ignored alarm clock is still buzzing on top of your nightstand.

“No one. I’m awake, thanks”

Fuck. That makes it what? The fourth night in a row you dreamt about him?

“Get, up. Quickly. We’re late”

You groaned at the banging of your head that was caused by you getting up so fast. It was early into the morning, as you had to get ready for the mv’s second shooting day. The heavy rainfall wouldn’t allow for the filming to continue for another week, yet aided your growing anxiety of having to encounter Yoon- Jaehyun again.

You felt a little stupid, like a kid that goes to middle school for the first time, anxious but full of butterflies in your stomach in the thought of seeing him again. You weren’t sure who the anger, that came with the inability to control the fresh feelings bubbling from your dream, should be directed at. Your manager for booking you this job? Jaehyun for making it his goal to have you dripping wet on set? You, for letting it all affect you so much?

You decide on the former, giving your poor manager the cold shower for forcing you to deal with the problems you’ve caused yourself. Checking your phone, you realise that you are, indeed, late, and wonder how quick you’re going to have to make your morning shower.

“Is Jaehyun and his team there already?”, you ask your manager as nonchalantly as you could, feigning mildly interested in his answer.

“Oh, they didn’t tell you? The other team asked for the shootings to continue separately”. You felt your stomach drop all the way down to your condo’s basement. And the icing on the cake: “Jung Jaehyun’s request”

Maybe your manager wasn’t as clueless to your electricity, or maybe it was your sudden impulse to pluck every loose thread of the pyjama top you were wearing that made him sense the discomfort following what he’d just said. He plops next to you on your bed, boards creaking in the silent room and you feel his rough hands patting you on the back.

“I’m sure he had an overlap in schedules and needed a break, nothing to do with you”

But you knew better, and you knew your palms wouldn’t stop itching unless you picked up your fucking phone and sent him a message.

you [06:30]: i heard you can’t make it to set today. everything ok?

You wish you never did. The radio silence from his number was way worse than any insult, any form of teasing he could give you on set. You even tried calling him, desperate for an answer, a closure even. Maybe he was busy. Maybe the shooting took longer than expected. Maybe he wasn’t avoiding you; one of his managers uploaded his latest story on his instagram, not him. Maybe at the end of the week he would get back to you.

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Going to his dorm unannounced was not a good idea. Waiting for someone to open the door for you, you hope his members will recognise you from your trainee days, or those rare nights Jaehyun sneaked you in when you were both lonely and in need of a… well, whatever you two were.

You’re starting to worry that whoever saw you from the peephole thought you were a sasaeng and called security, when Mark opens the door. His eyes are wide open behind his glasses, clearly not expecting you and immediately yelling for his ‘Jaehyun hyung’.

Soon, the called male arrives at the apartment’s entrance, annoyed for being interrupted from whatever it was he was doing. “What is it, me and Jungwoo are watching the season fina-“

As if Mark suddenly turned invisible, Jaehyun walks right past him, grabbing you by the wrist and dragging you to his room without another word.

Jungwoo, engrossed with the aforementioned show’s season finale on his computer screen, tries to cover up his naked torso in panic when he notices you.

“Get out.”, Jaehyun orders him, and the younger man knows that his tone is not one to be argued with. It triggers the cold sweat that makes your clothes stick closer to your skin and forces your heartbeat to quicken, pumping blood all over your body. The door closes, leaving you both alone with only the sound of Jungwoo’s laptop still playing in the background. A lighthearted scene that is too oxymoronic against the tension that is just palpable at this point. What the hell were you thinking coming here?

“What the hell were you thinking coming here?”, Jaehyun speaks your thoughts out loud, and you wince at how empty your head is with excuses.

“Are you ignoring me?”

“What?”, he asks dumbly, hoping you would avoid asking again.

“Was it that hard to text me back? Am I such a waste of your time?”

Jaehyun seems angry at your confrontation, his bad mood escalating with every word that is leaving your mouth. He still avoids to look at you, toying with some plushies and decorations next to his bedpost. You realize you never had time to really notice them, barely recognizing them. You always entered the room blindly, pressed up against Jaehyun’s body and with his lips all over your neck, then left as soon as the sex was over. His apathy was infuriating.

One by one, you start to remove all of your outerwear, dropping your clothes on the floor until you’re left in only your bra and jeans. Jaehyun stares at you incredulously, then at the pile of clothes on the floor, unable to make out the reasoning behind your impromptu stripping.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting naked. Seems to be the only time you can actually pay attention to me.”

You reach for the buttons of your jeans, only able to unzip it halfway before Jaehyun has you pinned against the wall behind you, his fingers cool and pressing lightly against your neck.

“I-I fucking hate you!”, he cries, punching the surface to release some of the steam, and lets go of the hold on your neck almost completely. How tempted he is, to just fuck your right against that wall, pour out his anger by pouring out his cum inside you, then ignore each other like you always do.

It’s the easy thing to do, keeping the toxic circle going. All barking and fucking and no real problem gets resolved in the end. He wouldn’t even call a cab for you, preferring to be hated for something he wasn’t than to be rejected for showing the real him. You would still have no idea about his feelings towards you, going around saying how awful he was while asking for a round two. But Jaehyun was tired.

“Can’t you tell that I am trying to distance myself from you?”, he sighs and it’s the first time you’ve ever heard him sound so emotionally exhausted.

“Why do you dislike me so much? We used to be friends and then one day you-“

“Friends? Just friends?”, he interrupts you with a chuckle and a sarcastic puff through his nose, and you shake your head.

“If you also think that what we had was more special than a common friendship then why act like you don’t know me?”

“You were the one who wanted to ‘forget about anything happening and never telling a soul about it’, remember?”

“I thought we came to a mutual agreement! I was just trying to save our careers and it worked Jaehyun, you got to debut and I-“

“And you just threw away everything we had like it was the easiest thing to do! Do you ever want to know how I feel, y/n? First you want nothing to do with me, left the company without even saying goodbye. Then I try to forget about you, become an asshole to keep you out of my life and suddenly you want to jump my bones. One day you just play blind to everything, asking for professionalism and now I’m the one ignoring you? What the fuck do you want? A fuck buddy? A professional? A friend?”

“I want you, Yoonoh. Fuck, I just want you”

You’re not sure which one of you initiates the kiss. His lips are as plump and kissed as hard as you recalled, a couple of tears staining your cheeks that you didn’t realize you were holding back. It felt so right, the way his head pushed and pulled away from yours, always inviting you back to him. One hand was situated over the dimples of your waist, the other lost between your hair, untangling it gently. You decided to lay yours over his heart, feeling its tempo and calming yourself down.

You kiss for what seems like an eternity, so drunk in bliss that you can’t remember how you made it through life without Jaehyun’s taste all over your tongue. When he pulls away from your lips, you almost whine, but his fingertips dabbing at the soft skin of your cheeks feel just as comforting.

“I don’t want us to be like this anymore”, you whisper to him and he nods encouragingly, holding you even closer. “I’m sorry for not reaching out to you all these years ago, I just thought ‘What would a brand new idol want to do with a failed trainee like me’-“

Jaehyun brings your fingers to his lips, kissing all your knuckles one by one and you think you’re gonna burst at the seams. “You weren’t a failure, you were the best thing to happen to me back then”. His voice is so sincere that you don’t dare question the veracity of what he’s saying and you let him continue. “When I saw you again I was so bitter, I decided to turn off my feelings. I think I get too comfortable in that role. I put it on for me, my members, my fans even”, he stops then, laughing sadly, “it’s how I finally got you”

It was your turn to open up his eyes to the truth, holding his face between your hands and admiring its beauty.

“That’s not true. I kept staying because I knew what was hidden behind all that armor. I guess, the sex was the only way to get closer to you”

“Not because I’m good?”, he jokes, wiggling his eyebrows and you can feel his dimples forming under your fingers.

“Eh, you’re pretty good too”

He starts pecking your neck, his smile obvious in his kisses and you squeal when he lifts you to his bed. Bouncing on the hard mattress, you let him lay his body weight over yours as he gives you a million traces of his love.

“So, I’m guessing this means we start over?”, he asks reluctantly as he emerges from your half naked body and you hold back from cooing at him.

“I thought you loved to hate me?”

“I think I hate it, but I love you”

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a/n: inspired by my new two favorite videos: this and this one

Lingering just outside the Chelsea locker room, I wait until I see the last person leave. Well, second to last. Christian passes me by with a toothy grin, telling me to “take good care” of my boyfriend tonight because he earned it. Laughing nervously, I just give him a polite wave, acting like he didn’t just give me that advice, and sneak inside the locker room. There’s only one person who hasn’t burst through the doors and come out to join the festivities. The superstar––the hero––of today’s match. Kai Havertz.

I know Kai; he’s got to be swirling with composed excitement, taking his time to revel in this momentous occasion without the chaos of overexcited screams and cheers. I can just imagine his humble smile, those crinkles rippling across his cheeks, that endearing overbite he’s always been so insecure about. The mere thought of him puts a smile on my face.

I only need to take a few steps when I see him. Considering he’s the only person left in the locker room, he wasn’t that hard to find. I pause in my tracks, absorbing the sight of him: sweaty, shirtless, head down with his back against the metal locker. I make no noise, but he must sense a presence because his head snaps up. Our eyes meet, and his face lights up as he bounds over to me, tackling me in a hug. He towers over me, but that doesn’t stop him from practically leaping into my arms. Yeah, as if I have the upper body strength to carry him. Sometimes I think he forgets I’m not as physically fit as his teammates.

I open my mouth, about to congratulate him, but the dullness in his blue eyes stops me. Something’s off. He’s happy to see me, that’s clear, but, otherwise, he’s not as ecstatic as I thought he would be. Why isn’t he? Not only did his team win the Champions League, but he scored the winning goal. His first goal of the Champions League, no less––he went out with a bang. He should be over the moon.

“You look festive,” Kai comments, playfully tugging on one of my pigtails. I wanted to try something new, so I had tied my long hair into pigtails with two royal blue ribbons. Aside from that, I’m just in my typical outfit I wear whenever he plays a game: one of his old jerseys that he gave me when we first started dating and black leggings. I had considered spicing things up by painting Kai’s initials on my cheeks with blue face paint, but when I brought the idea up to him over dinner last week, he just said he knew a better method to brand me as his. I left it at that without inquiring further, even though I was curious by what, exactly, he had in mind.

“You look… hot,” I gulp, my eyes traveling down his long, toned torso. No matter how many times I’ve seen him shirtless after a practice or a game, or in only a towel after a shower, I’ll never get tired of seeing him half-naked. Or fully naked, at that.

“You look hot, too,” he murmurs into my hair, still embracing me tightly. “I just didn’t want to say that because I was trying to be gentlemanly.” Cupping my face with his large hands, he proceeds to kiss me, feverish and rough. He nips at my bottom lip and doesn’t even wait for me to open my mouth before invading it, battling my tongue with his. His ferocity gets my blood pumping and the pit of my stomach tingling, but it’s all wrong. I’m necessarily complaining, but this isn’t how he usually greets me. He typically welcomes me with a soft, delicate kiss before anything else. Is this because I haven’t congratulated him on his win yet?

“I’m so proud of you, Kai. You and the guys really deserve this,” I say sincerely, but he pretends like he doesn’t hear me, going in for another attack on my mouth. To that, I shrink a little and he catches on, sighing as he takes a step back, his thick eyebrows furrowed together. I notice that the ribbons in my hair are loose, so I quickly readjust them as I try to read Kai’s expression. He still looks… dissatisfied. Maybe some ego boosting would do the trick?

“Everyone’s raving about how you’re a tactical genius. How your skill and precision are unparalleled. How you’re on top and you haven’t even reached your peak yet,” I ramble, trying to recall every headline I’ve ever read in the news this past week. Oh, and also, you’ve got the cutest bum out of any football player in the history of football.

“Not everyone,” he growls in a dark voice, messing up his curly brown locks by snatching them with his hand. His face twists with irritation. “Right after the game, a reporter came up to me and asked me if I thought I finally paid back my hefty price tag.”

“And how did you respond?” I ask, curious. Usually he doesn’t get so riled up over post-game interviews, but perhaps his transfer fee is a touchy subject for him and he just never told me. In an attempt to calm him down a bit, I take his hand into mine and lead him to a section of the bench lined along the lockers. We sit so that we’re facing each other, and I weave my legs around his torso, nearly straddling him. But not quite.

“I think I said… ‘I don’t give a fuck of that. We just won the fucking Champions League’,” he says slowly, his nose scrunched up in concentration as he recalls his response.

I stifle a laugh. His cussing is not a regular occurrence, it’s not entirely uncommon either, but whenever he does curse, it catches me off guard. Maybe it has something to do with that pretty face of his, as if foul language shouldn’t be coming from it. “You’re right; you did just win the Champions League, so you shouldn’t be hard on yourself,” I say, lightly poking him in the bicep. He doesn’t seem to appreciate my stab at lighthearted reassurance, so I go for a different approach. Tough love. “Okay, fine. Chelsea may have paid a lot of money for you, but that’s because you’re worth it, Kai. You don’t have to prove your abilities to anyone––even though you already proved them tonight plus your whole career thus far. People are always going to have something negative to say, but you put in the work and it shows in every game. Don’t let anyone get to you, especially not a reporter; they’re just trying to get some dirt.” I’m not used to giving pep talks, so I’m not sure if I did it right.

I must’ve done something right because his frown is replaced with a slight smile. “Thank you, baby,” he says, pecking me on the cheek. One Kai’s best qualities is that not much gets to him; and if it does, it doesn’t take him long to get over it. Annoying interview question long forgotten, he traces patterns on my thigh and tells me, “The boys are going to a nightclub tonight to celebrate our win. Come with me.” To aid in his plea, he grabs both of my hands, squeezing them, his pale blue eyes gleaming with hope.

“A nightclub?” I repeat, making a sour face. “You know better than anyone that I don’t belong at a nightclub.” I want to suggest just a cozy night in, watching his favorite film of the Harry Potter series, Goblet of Fire, and cuddling, but I don’t want to take this celebratory night with his friends away from him.

“You belong with me, and it just so happens that tonight I’m being dragged to a nightclub,” he says. I don’t say anything, and his face falls, presumably because he recognizes his bid to get me to go is a lost cause.

“You go,” I encourage, trying to sound upbeat as I pat his thigh. “Have your fun.”

“Really?” he asks. “Are you sure?” He gives me a dubious look, one eyebrow severely cocked.

I squint at him quizzically. “Yes. Why wouldn’t I be?”

He looks me dead in the eyes. “Babe. Let’s not forget what happened the last time I went out for drinks with the team for Timo’s birthday. I came back home with a ripped shirt because a bunch of girls pounced on us, and you wouldn’t talk to me for a whole week. You didn’t believe me.”

“That’s because it’s an unbelievable story,” I mumble.

“You accused me of hooking up with another girl,” he reminds me, his mesmerizing eyes narrowing at me, causing my cheeks to heat up and my skin to crawl with guilt. Now that he’s mentioned it, I do remember that incident. Vividly. It happened around the beginning of our relationship, when I still didn’t know how serious Kai was about me, about us. Regardless, I should’ve known that Kai would never be unfaithful to me. That’s simply not who he is. He has never once given me an inkling of a doubt of his loyalty. I blame my foolish allegation on my insecurity over our blossoming relationship, but I’m long past that…

“You’re too friendly, Kai,” I sigh, ruffling his hair to make it seem more like a concern and less like an accusation. “It makes girls think they can have a chance with you.”

“Girls?” Kai scoffs, shaking his head in pure denial. How can someone so intelligent be such a dumb boy sometimes? “What girls? That happened one time, and it wasn’t only me who got jumped. The whole team did.” Like that makes the situation any better, Kai.

“I’m not dating the whole team! I’m dating you, and you’re only going to get bigger and I… I just want you all to myself,” I admit. My head falls, weighted by a vicious mix of embarrassment and shame.

“Well, I know something that’s big that you can have all to yourself,” he says coyly, with a self-righteous smirk.

“I’m serious, Kai,” I say, frowning at him in return. “You’re young, talented, attractive. Girls are going to be lining up for you, and soon I’ll just be chopped liver.”

“Chopped liver?” he hoots, obviously unfamiliar with the expression.

My frown deepens as I huff, “You’re going to forget all about me.”

“I think if anyone’s guilty of forgetting anything, it’s you. You’re already forgetting that I’m in love with you,” he coos, sliding closer to me, dusting my neck and collarbones with soft-lipped kisses.

“Get away from me. You’re all sweaty,” I complain––mostly so as to not give into his seduction techniques too easily––but it’s half-hearted.

“You’re about to be, too,” he growls, lifting me and dropping me on his lap. I can feel him harden underneath me, and I respond by rocking my body against his, inciting staggered, tense moans from the both of us at the same time. The sounds that come out of his mouth are music to my ears. With a hunger to hear more, I reach in between us, stroking his length through his thin shorts, loving how fully aroused he gets at my slight touch. His breathing quickens, but when I don’t hear anything from him, I look at him, witnessing his bottom lip in between his teeth, suppressing those sweet moans I so desperately want to hear him make.

Suddenly, he’s tugging at my leggings; he’s so aggressive that I’m afraid he’s going to rip them. After he shimmies them off, I kick them to the side, and Kai’s eyes ravage the bottom half of my body. I’m thankful I had the good foresight to wear lace panties instead of my go-to granny panties, but at this point they’re drenched. They have been ever since I walked in and saw Kai; just one look at him does unspeakable things to me. His ability to reduce me to a mere puddle with just his eyes is unnerving.

He removes my shirt and purses his lips when he sees that I’m not wearing a bra. My chest is ample-sized, but I can comfortably go without a bra––often doing just that––and it drives him mad. He says I shouldn’t go prancing around braless because I’ll be practically naked when ogling guys undress me with their eyes. I say that doesn’t make sense.

He yanks his shorts and boxers down in one swoop, and the heat between my legs intensifies. If his massive hands and long fingers were any indication of what he has to offer, the blanks fill themselves out––he’s glorious. I can’t help but gawk and admire him; Kai is perfect in every singular way. If I had no self-control, I’d lick every inch of his pale skin. I lower myself onto him and gasp with pleasure when just the tip enters me. Slowly, I bounce up and down on him, each time driving him deeper inside me until he fills me completely. My head rolls back as I continue the rhythmic movement, and I moan when he licks a stripe in the valley between my breasts. My fingers tangle themselves in his curly locks as he takes one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking on it while tinkering with the other between his fingertips.

“Oh, Kai,” I whine, feeling the intolerable pressure building up in my stomach.

“That’s it, baby,” Kai purrs against my chest as I tighten around him. “Say my name. Just like that.”

“K-Kai––” I cry, quivering against his body; my vision is blurry and I’ve lost function in my legs. Kai’s taken over, his fingers digging into my hips, thrusting into me, hitting my most sensitive spot time after time. I’m on the verge of seeing stars when it all stops. Before my brain can process what’s happening, I’m balancing on all fours on the bench as Kai positions himself behind me, his erection rubbing against me. With one thrust, he buries himself inside me, reaching around to rub my clit in a slow circular motion. I was not prepared for that. The combination of sensations is enough to drive me over the edge, but what drives me even crazier is the heat as he presses his firm chest up against my back.

“Who do you belong to?” he demands in my ear, humming. I tune him out, focusing on getting my fix and nothing more. I can barely get his name out, what makes him think I can have a coherent conversation? “I don’t like being ignored,” he warns sharply.

My arms and legs are shaky, and the only thing keeping me from crumbling to the floor are his hands, holding me steady as he rolls his hips. “You,” I finally breathe.

“Dunno who that is,” he drawls, and I could swear he’s purposely applying more pressure to his accent just to mock me.

“You. Kai,” I hiss and close my eyes to try to block him out, but that only heightens my senses to everything he’s doing to me.

“Kai who? There are many Kais,” he says matter-of-factly. His fingers slow down around my sensitive area, and I’m afraid he’s going to withhold euphoria from me.

“Kai––fucking––Havertz,” I half moan, half gasp as his fingers pick up their pace and he slams into me, the final push that sends me soaring into bliss. I never cuss unless I have a really good reason for it and lashing my frustration out on the infuriating tease that is Kai Havertz is a good enough reason for me. However, he makes up for his devilish nature by understanding every nook and cranny of my body. On cloud nine, I ride out the high to the fullest extent before my body goes fully limp. I suck in a breath when he pulls out, only to feel the warm liquid on my back coming in spurts.

“Fuck,” he moans, and I just wish I could watch him as he comes undone. I think it’s hot when he releases his load on me––I like it best when he does it on my chest. So I can marvel at him with his sweat-matted hair, throbbing Adam’s apple, and fluttering eyelids. He wipes my back with his/my jersey and pulls me into his lap.

“The way you moan my name, I’ll never be able to forget you,” he sighs, nibbling on my neck.

“How romantic,” I tease. But really, I’d be content calling out only his name for the rest of my life. Kai fucking Havertz.

“C’mon, baby, let’s get you cleaned up,” he says, rising to his feet cheerfully. His fingers lace in mine as he starts for the shower stalls. My heart thumps wildly in my chest as my feet pad excitedly across the tile floor alongside him. Another great quality about Kai: his stamina is unmatched, on and off the football field.

*a/n: if you do by chance read this, I’d love to know what you think of it!

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𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲! 𝐀𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳: 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭

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❁ 𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠

It was no secret that your sugar daddy Hongjoong is a born aristocrat, as his rich taste in everything showed up a lot. Ever since a young age, he was taught to love art in all its forms. When his grandparents passed away sadly, he was the chosen one to inherit the prestigious art gallery their family ran for more than 7 decades.

Although he wasn't an artist of the top level, his love to express himself through art never died. So the very first day he took over the gallery, the first thing he ordered his subordinates to do, was to clear out the smaller room in the back of the director's office.

Soon after, he designed the space to an art studio of his liking, where he could freely spend his free time painting, reconstructing clothes, or just rest while stimulating his brain to function more creatively.

Soon after he met you and you two got into the sugar daddy relationship, he found his muse in you. At first, it started by him just taking pics of you at the moments he deemed to be artsy, not long after that he however started calling you to his little studio in the gallery he ran. Always making you sit or lay down on the old valuable settee, that looked like the ones from Renaissance paintings.

Taking you by your hand, he showed you the paintings of the new exhibition he was preparing. The paintings harmonized well, all of them tuned in a dark abstract setting. Loosening your hand out of his grip, you grasped his wrist the same he did with your often, dragging him to the office. He was slightly taken by surprise as he did not expect you to drag him there since you haven't agreed on him painting you today. „Lay down, for today, you'll be my muse Joongie.“

He was laying on the settee, looking up at the ceiling, so his side-profile was fully visible to you, as you painted him on the canvas. Mixing colours to your liking, you made the portrait of your Hongjoong look abstract, as it matched the art style he often used.

After hours of painting, when you did the last line with your paintbrush, you sighed out tiredly, wiping the sweat off your forehead as you observed your creation. „My muse, you can come here and admire yourself on the canvas.“ Standing up swiftly, he came over to you, leaning forward, his arm wrapping around the shoulder of your sitting self as he was all eyes on the painting.

„It's... spectacular. I- I'm at a loss of words, why did you never tell me you had a talent for painting my darling? If I added this painting to the exhibition there, I can guarantee you, that this will be the most favoured painting in my gallery.“

❁ 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐰𝐚

You don't even know why you applied to become Seonghwa's secretary a few months ago, considering you've never worked in this type of branch. But it was probably the best decision of your life because if you wouldn't have applied for the secretary position, you wouldn't have met your sugar daddy Seonghwa.

At first, the work was a disaster as your relationship with your boss didn't start off very well. He was giving you tons of work to do, the stupidest arrangements that were completely unnecessary to make, or the most boring workshops and meetings to take you to with him.

But after the one night at a business conference in Milan when you two got closer than one would expect you to and got into the sugar daddy relationship, his attitude to you drastically changed.

Your secret relationship also made him give you easier and different tasks to do, he as well deemed you to be more reliable than before, which resulted in him giving you free hand in literally everything. He was actually taken aback by how competent you were at your tasks. Doing everything you were told to do, ten times better than he would have probably done.

One night, as you two were cuddling on the couch in his place while looking out of the large glass wall with the sighting of the whole town, he spoke out, „Y/N why didn't you tell me you had such talent for scheduling, strategic planning and business stuff? I should have made you the director of strategic planning or something like that. But then... I get to be closer to you when you're my secretary, my beautiful baby.“

❁ 𝐉𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨

„Ah, shit! The actress who was supposed to play the walk-on in the hospital scene with Yunho, can't get here as something happened to her. What do we do now?“ yelled the director out of frustration as the actress announced she can't arrive just a few minutes before they were supposed to shoot.

You were just finishing your sugar daddy Yunho's outfit for the shoot as you were the main costumer for this k-drama. Yunho stood up from his seat as you finished his stylist, bending down to plant a kiss on your lips, before going over to the director with a worried look on his usually joyful face.

You were clearing off the stuff you used on him back to where it belonged to. Eyeing Yunho talk with the director from distance, the two of them occasionally flashing looks at you. When they stopped talking, Yunho jogged to you with the beaming smile you knew that well on his face. His puppy-like features always flashed out when he had any good news, giving him the look that was asking him what he wanted to say.

„Get changed. You've got the role of the girl who's missing.“ you raised your eyebrows at what he just said, taken aback as you did not really understand what he was talking about. You and acting? „Come on, get dressed, we don't have much time. Here's the script.“ handing you the bunch of papers and the outfit the girl was supposed to wear, he motioned for you to go to the changing room.

You wiped the sweat off your forehead as you went away from the shooting site. „Wow, ms. Y/N, are you sure you didn't study acting? Although it was supposedly your first time acting, it was so natural. Wow, I'm glad Yunho showed you to me, you are for real like a hidden gem. Would you... maybe be interested in any more acting in future?“ asked the director with a glance of hope in his eyes after you finished shooting the small part in the k-drama your sugar daddy was starred in. Looking at him, wondering what Yunho's opinion was, the proud and encouraging smile on his face hinting that he really wanted you to accept the offer made by his boss.

„I'm so proud of you princess. My little talented actress, I love you.“

❁ 𝐊𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐘𝐞𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠

Groaning softly, you rubbed your eyes as you sat up, looking at the empty spot beside you. You were sleeping at Yeosang's home, but as you could see, he didn't seem to be sleeping. Slipping your feet into the fluffy slippers with rabbit eyes, you wrapped your body tighter in Yeosang's shirt you were sleeping in, as the air was rather cool.

Opening the door of his bedroom, you went down the stairs of his apartment, down to the living room where a small table lamp was lit. Your sleepy sugar daddy sitting by the desk covered in many papers that seemed to be related to his prosecutor work.

Approaching him, you caressed his shoulder, which woke him up from his quick nap, „Mhm, Y/N. You can go back to sleep, I'll be there soon, I just have to finish this.“ You knew well that that wasn't the case and he won't be there soon. Sighing, you wrapped your arms around his neck, sitting down on his lap, his hand caressing your exposed thighs. „What are you working on, Yeo?“

„I'm treading through the case files, but I just can't take the next step. The police want me to indict him of murder, but the defendant is justifying himself saying that it was an accident and that he should be only indicted of manslaughter.“ Taking the case files from his hand, you read through them since your unbiased opinion might be of help to him.

Taking a pen from his desk, you underlined the facts you thought were important in your lay opinion. Handing it to him, he read focused on the underlined sentences, his eyes lighting up in hope. „Oh my god, Y/N. You're the saviour of my life, this is the core issue but it hasn't even struck up to me. I love you so much, my little prosecutor.“

❁ 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐒𝐚𝐧

„Sannie, could you please tie my swimsuit?“ you held your hair in a ponytail so it did not get into the way as San tied the ribbon on the back of your swimsuit. You smiled at him as a way to say thank you, leaving the hotel suite your sugar daddy San reserved for you two to enjoy your vacation to the fullest.

San took your hand in his, your fingers intertwining as you walked down the hotel's luxurious corridors to the private beach. „Now, what does my beautiful baby plan on doing today?“ questioned san as he pulled you to him as close as possible. „Hm, I don't know, I'll probably do nothing all day long, just lay on the beach and sunbathe.“

„Then I'll keep you company while you do your nothing.“ giggles were leaving you two as you talked more while on the way to the sea. But as you started nearing the beach, loud dance music coming from the speakers. „What's that...?“ As you got to the beach, a group of people was doing dance work-outs there to the rhythm of the music.

„I have no idea what they are doing, but let's try Y/N“ and without giving you a chance to protest, San tugged you there by your wrist, right to the centre of the imaginary dance floor. He started dancing just as the instructor did, gesturing you to do the same.

Soon after you submitted to his nagging, doing the same as him to the rhythm of the energetic music. „Y/N, you're doing so well. Would I have known about your talent to dance, I would have taken you to some studio a long ago.“

❁ 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢

After that one ball, you two met together at, you got invited to countless more balls to keep your boss company. Over that many times you two spent together, you get to know each other more and more until eventually, he somehow became your sugar daddy and boyfriend in one.

Tonight was very special, Mingi as the chairman of one of the biggest conglomerates in the country, got invited to the ball held by the president for the most influential people in the country. And when he stopped by your apartment with a beautiful night-robe, a pair of brand-new heels and a golden envelope with the letter of invitation in it, you almost fainted from the delight you felt.

Sometimes he couldn’t help but watch you like a movie on nights like this. Because you seemed so interested in these events, that it truly amazed him how you could act so interested in the talk of the attendants when it bore him to death. You just seemed so natural at attending events like this, you could dance, you knew all the protocol rules, you could pretend interest or know how to answer to the business talk others often held with you. He just couldn’t help but admire the talent you had for the formal events.

Excusing you from their speech, Mingi wrapped his arms around your waist, taking you to the middle of the dance floor as your favourite dance song was playing. Moving slowly, you melted into his touch as you enjoyed each other’s presence dancing the slow dances. „I'm amazed my dear Y/N, I can't bring myself to be interested in talking to these egoistic geezers for more than 5 minutes. Thank god I have you, my talented princess.“

❁ 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠

When you spent the night at your sugar daddy Wooyoung’s place, you usually weren’t allowed to even be near the kitchen as he insisted “he treats his princess food and she shouldn’t cook, because what if she cuts herself?” so today, as he had to rush to the work early in the morning because of some urgent, leaving you in his immense mansion alone.

And that meant you had a free pass to cook something in his kitchen. But seeing how emptied his fridge was, you opted for something more simple in a form of stir-fried tofu with vegetables. Washing the fresh vegetables thoroughly, you dried them, placing them on the breadboard, to cut them. All of his knives were sharp as Wooyoung was doing his best to keep his kitchen in the best state.

Throwing the tofu cubes onto the pan with a heated droplet of olive oil, you stirred them until they roasted into golden colour, adding the cut vegetables and cooking rice in the meanwhile. Not at all realizing that there was a pair of eyes watching you from the doorframe.

Leaving you like that, Wooyoung in the meanwhile went to change into some sweatpants and a t-shirt, maybe a quick shower. And so when he came back, you were already turning off the stove. „Well, well, well, what do I see? Looks like someone used my kitchen behind my back.“

You jumped in your place lightly, your breathing heavy at how startled you were upon Wooyoung talking to you out of nowhere. „Jung Wooyoung, for how long have you been there?“ he put on a grimace, pretending to be pondering over it. „Probably ever since you added the veggies to eat and started singing to those annoying songs.“

„They’re not annoying, you’re just too old to understand them. Anyway, if you want to nag at me for using your kitchen, do it after you taste my delicious meal. Seems like you were in rush this morning, so you probably haven’t eaten anything“ Placing the plate in front of him, you sat opposite of him, waiting to see what his reaction would be as he had never tasted your cookings before.

„Mhmm, are you sure you’ve cooked it yourself? If so... why have I never let you in my kitchen, when this is so delicious? Gosh, my princess is such a good cook.“ Your smile was full of delight at his compliment as you watched him stuff his mouth full of your food.

❁ 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨

„Y/N, I’m going to the restroom, you’ll wait for me, right?“ you nodded, watching your sugar daddy Jongho leave the studio. Standing up, you sat down on the now-emptied armchair in front of the PC screens, your eyes scanning the colourful music segments on the screen.

You picked up the sheaf of papers with the notes to his newest song, along with the lyrics he’s written himself. Your eyes ran over the notes and the lyrics and as you were re-reading the text for the 3rd time, you started humming to it, trying to get the right melody Jongho was intending on having in the song.

Opening the door to the studio, Jongho noticed you sitting on the chair, your back turned to him and that resulted in you still being oblivious to his presence. And he didn’t dare to make a move, standing in the door-frame and watching you humming to the song in amazement that you weren’t tone-deaf like most non-musical people were, as you hit all the tones.

„Woah Y/N, are you a trained singer or something? Why didn’t you tell me you were good at music? I would have taken you here long time ago...“

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